Weekend Part 1
Apr. 20th, 2009 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snousleWell, THAT was an interesting weekend. I’d been thinking it would be a good time to stay home, that I’d been stretching myself too thin, that heading out on the road again wouldn’t bring anything new or interesting into my life.
Boy was that a dumb idea. Glad I didn’t let it keep me at home this time.
[Note to self: When experiencing such thoughts, whack head with frying pan until good sense prevails. Then depart.]
The first stop on the tour was lunch with a few members of the Valley Knights in Rio Vista, at Foster's Bighorn, which features the largest taxidermy collection west of the Mississippi.
The taxidermy is hugely interesting - I thought it was going to be all bucks and trout, but no, they've got practically every exotic and endangered animal in the world. What's even more interesting is the atmosphere it creates. The mounts and photos were largely the work of a single person back in the 20s who went around the world shooting pretty much everything he saw. Great White Hunter and all that. I mean, this guy was a badass. Lunching in the shadow of a one-man animal holocaust grants you special license; you might be bad, but you're never going to be that bad, so why worry? It's as if all your sins are forgiven the minute you walk in the door. The atavistic environment attracts lots of bikers, hunters, and assorted rednecks, and seems completely insulated from contemporary political sensibility.
I love wearing my RMC colors in a place like this. Every asshole homophobe surely notices, but what are they going to do? Start a fight? No, they know the endgame, and I've already won. I can feel their glares on my back and know that the patch is a great big fuck-you that they can't do anything about. This puts me in a great mood, all defiant and proud. And of course there's no shortage of manly men who aren't assholes, and being in biker drag makes it real easy to strike up a conversation. Although being constantly horny makes being with hot straight guys kind of frustrating at times, truth is I get almost as much pleasure just being near them as I would getting naked with them. The sense of inadequacy and desperate sexual anxiety that would have sent me into a tailspin twenty years ago - and which made machismo so hateful to me at the time - is something I am really grateful to have grown out of. Now, it's just fun and games.
Afterwards,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
58mikeyled us down an amazing little backroad through the wind farm to the railroad museum, where we rode the antique train. More photos here. But this was all just an interesting prelude for the rest of the weekend.
And that's kinda personal so it's going to be in a friends-only post.
[Not sure if I have very many readers who aren't already on my friends list, but if you aren't, you might want to ask. If you really want to know. ;-) Very few are intentionally excluded, but there have surely been some oversights. Almost half of what I write is friends-only these days, for various reasons having little to do with shyness and a lot to do with a new set of boundaries.]
Boy was that a dumb idea. Glad I didn’t let it keep me at home this time.
[Note to self: When experiencing such thoughts, whack head with frying pan until good sense prevails. Then depart.]
The first stop on the tour was lunch with a few members of the Valley Knights in Rio Vista, at Foster's Bighorn, which features the largest taxidermy collection west of the Mississippi.
The taxidermy is hugely interesting - I thought it was going to be all bucks and trout, but no, they've got practically every exotic and endangered animal in the world. What's even more interesting is the atmosphere it creates. The mounts and photos were largely the work of a single person back in the 20s who went around the world shooting pretty much everything he saw. Great White Hunter and all that. I mean, this guy was a badass. Lunching in the shadow of a one-man animal holocaust grants you special license; you might be bad, but you're never going to be that bad, so why worry? It's as if all your sins are forgiven the minute you walk in the door. The atavistic environment attracts lots of bikers, hunters, and assorted rednecks, and seems completely insulated from contemporary political sensibility.
I love wearing my RMC colors in a place like this. Every asshole homophobe surely notices, but what are they going to do? Start a fight? No, they know the endgame, and I've already won. I can feel their glares on my back and know that the patch is a great big fuck-you that they can't do anything about. This puts me in a great mood, all defiant and proud. And of course there's no shortage of manly men who aren't assholes, and being in biker drag makes it real easy to strike up a conversation. Although being constantly horny makes being with hot straight guys kind of frustrating at times, truth is I get almost as much pleasure just being near them as I would getting naked with them. The sense of inadequacy and desperate sexual anxiety that would have sent me into a tailspin twenty years ago - and which made machismo so hateful to me at the time - is something I am really grateful to have grown out of. Now, it's just fun and games.
Afterwards,
58mikeyled us down an amazing little backroad through the wind farm to the railroad museum, where we rode the antique train. More photos here. But this was all just an interesting prelude for the rest of the weekend.And that's kinda personal so it's going to be in a friends-only post.
[Not sure if I have very many readers who aren't already on my friends list, but if you aren't, you might want to ask. If you really want to know. ;-) Very few are intentionally excluded, but there have surely been some oversights. Almost half of what I write is friends-only these days, for various reasons having little to do with shyness and a lot to do with a new set of boundaries.]
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Date: 2009-04-20 05:59 pm (UTC)Have a sober (I was going to say straight) friend hold your hand and drag you out if the snarling heads start to really bother you.
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