PK's official unofficial review of the PS weekend. A curmudgeon's view

[+ purplekow]

I have the sweetest hangover, I don't want to get over. After 5 days of camaraderie, conviviality, conjugality and community, I find myself back to my daily routine, lackaday, lacking clarity on some of the events, but I shall try to remember back to Thursday, when I was a tender and callow fellow.

 

I arrived, in PS late in the the afternoon, as hardly the very model of propriety and self restraint, without an air of sophistication but certainly with panache and a fire in the belly and below. While I may have been as overwhelming as the lavender and as showy and colorful as the hibiscus, the occasion seemed to call for it and who was I to refuse.

 

A quick call to DavidSF, now PS and still as sexy as ever, indicated that the introductory pool party at his home for the incoming guests for the weekend was still going and that he and his two partners were still serving burgers a la carte and au naturel. I arrived to find a few fellow forum members and a few other friends of David in attendance. Monsieur David was a bright, charming and attentive host and he encouraged stimulating conversation, while his mere presence stimulated most of his guests in ways which were reminiscent of our first viewing of football jocks in the shower when we were high school freshman.

 

After meeting the guests, I took a dip in the pool and while Robster may lay claim to being the first nudie at Oliver's party, I claim that crown for David's party and therefore, for the entire weekend. David had planned the party from 1-5 but, a few of us guests did not take that to heart and remained at this lovely home well passed the appointed time. I wish I could say that there was a sensationally salacious explanation as to why my underwear were never found, I can only hope that they were stolen by a fanboy, for future use, rather than removed by a sexy stud in a Hazmat suit. Sadly, though while the evening was young, I am not and I begrudgingly headed to the Canyon Club to check in and check out the guests.

 

A canyon is a v shaped, tract of land created by erosive activity on hard rock. The Canyon Club did not live up to that definition on Thursday night. There was hardly a hint of v shapes, hard rocks, nor erosive activity on Thursday but that would all change soon enough.

 

Since all was quiet on the western front, Azdr and I headed down to the Adonis Male review. There were about 13 male dancers of all shapes and sizes and they all had the great look of tight fitting g strings and the strong scent of testosterone. Not to bore with the details, the dancers' butt shaking led to the back room being very active. Azdr has already chastised me, claiming I embellished the tale, so I will not go into the details that left a beefy muscular man and I, sweaty and banished from the back room. But I will say, that for this evening I give a big A to Adonis and a nice red tinge to the big muscular A of Tyler the dancer.

 

Friday at Canyon Club was a day of sun, relaxation and people watching. Sexy men seemed to be appearing with startling frequency and they appeared from all corners of the Canyon Club with almost all of them heading toward Robster's room. It seems his joy for life has grown, as I heard more than one starry eyed youngster stammer enviously that Rob was a grower.

 

I cannot fully relate the ferocity of the partying at Canyon Club Friday night. I do know that I was barely able to hear my own pleas for mercy resulting from a Tyger attack, because of the howlings of the animals poolside and elsewhere. I saw otters and bears and young stags and wolves in sheep's clothing and I heard desperate cries for mercy and the encouraging whoops of men urging stallions to greater and greater speed, followed by the distinctive crack of a whip. That whip thing may have only been in my room however.

 

In any case, Saturday morning in the Canyon Club started out as still as one can imagine. The silence was broken by the occasional disheveled young man, bleary eyed and wearing his pants backward stumbling by the pool and out the door with the wide based gait one associates with bicyclists after a long leg of the Tour du France. Eventually, many men with sloppy smiles and gleaming eyes strutted, swaggered and strode out for the morning coffee. I will not name names, unless of course you send me $10 and a self addressed and stamped envelop. They walked out solo, in pairs and in groups. They were arm in arm, hand on ass, tongue in ear and perhaps there were a few who still had some energy from the night before and decided to favor passersby with demonstrations of affection of a more oral variety.

 

The rest of Saturday at Canyon Club was a pleasant public exchange of ideas and a pleasant private exchange of fluids.

 

Ihad the privilege of meeting several forum members and enjoyed getting to know them and hearing their stories. They were all highly intelligent, vibrant and loving men of all ages with varying background and with incredible history. There was an openness and a level of freedom and acceptance here which I had not experienced for a very long time.

 

There were men of tremendous physical beauty. Some of them with physiques like David and others with cocks like Goliath and a few bastards with both of those attributes. Most of us there though, were not examples of physical perfection and were mere mortals with frailties and physical flaws and imperfections which we would usually choose to hide lest we be demeaned or shamed. But at that hour and at that time we walked or limped or shuffled to meet our tribe. Some of us did so for the first time. Tenuous first steps into the warm embrace of our fellows. Some of us did so again, after times of personal anguish or hardship or illness.

 

The rest of the weekend will likely be discussed elsewhere. Oliver's exceptional hosting and his incredible stamina in and out of the living room. Epigonos' deviled eggs and devilish smile and totally frustrating political views. The blatant sexiness of Tristan Baldwin in a black g string. The shy innocent sweet smile of FTMtwink who knows how to be not that shy, sweet and innocent. Ace's Karaoke. Kessler's kisses. Mr. Carter's skill as erotic coordinator, though I did not see his rise from the pool, I know that many others got a rise from him. JawJaTech and MikeCarey bringing their strong male presence and intelligence and horniness from across the country in one case and across the Pacific in the other. SoCal's words of thanks to assembled dinner guests and his profession of love for them and his partner.

 

Everyone of us there has a story to tell of the weekend. For one it was a sexual explosion at a pool party. For another it was a quiet conversation with a long time friend he just met. Some made jokes over dinner. Others fondled a handsome man in a parking lot after the dinner hoping to avoid being arrested while envisioning being held prisoner and being made to confess his dirty dirty secrets. There were newcomers, old timers, frequent comers and my guess would be that all comers were comers at some point in the weekend,

 

There were many more there and each has a story to tell. I encourage each of them to tell his story and I encourage those who did not attend to drop whatever baggage is holding him back and to dive in next year. Some of us are swimming naked and we would love the company.

 

PS. I know there are many participants who added greatly to my wonderful long weekend who have gone unmentioned here. I thank you all for your youth and vitality, age and wisdom, blatant unabashed and unafraid sexuality, your quiet courage and support.

It seems clear to me I am suffering from jet lag and sleep deprivation so I will use that as an excuse for the length of this post and the shortness of its insight.

 

I am hoping to see all of this year's participants next year and I hope that we all will heed the cry: "Next Year in Palm Springs"

[+ Oliver]

Thank you, PK. What a wonderful read! It was reminiscent of Jackhammer’s “Bite of the Big Apple” back in 2002 or so when he wrote what was essentially a blog of his sojourn in NYC. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship for me.

 

Thank you for making the Weekend alive!

[+ purplekow]

Thank you, PK. What a wonderful read! It was reminiscent of Jackhammer’s “Bite of the Big Apple” back in 2002 or so when he wrote what was essentially a blog of his sojourn in NYC. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship for me.

 

Thank you for making the Weekend alive!

I know of your deep affection for Jackhammer and I am honored to be considered in the same breath.

Oliver, I do not know if you fully comprehend the impact of this yearly event. For some of us, alone on a computer or phone with no outlet for our own fears, your festivities lets us feel not quite so alone. It magically produces real, loving and sexy men out of the ether of the internet and it drops them down in the middle of a community, not just of men with nothing better to do than sit around and chat on line, which is an aspersion which has been handgrenaded around these parts for years and again recently, but a community of friends who are bonded though they see each other infrequently.

 

So thanks again for your hard work and for the work of your fellow party planners. I am indebted to you and I believe all that attended would agree.

[Despardo]

I have the sweetest hangover, I don't want to get over. After 5 days of camaraderie, conviviality, conjugality and community, I find myself back to my daily routine, lackaday, lacking clarity on some of the events, but I shall try to remember back to Thursday, when I was a tender and callow fellow.

 

I arrived, in PS late in the the afternoon, as hardly the very model of propriety and self restraint, without an air of sophistication but certainly with panache and a fire in the belly and below. While I may have been as overwhelming as the lavender and as showy and colorful as the hibiscus, the occasion seemed to call for it and who was I to refuse.

 

A quick call to DavidSF, now PS and still as sexy as ever, indicated that the introductory pool party at his home for the incoming guests for the weekend was still going and that he and his two partners were still serving burgers a la carte and au naturel. I arrived to find a few fellow forum members and a few other friends of David in attendance. Monsieur David was a bright, charming and attentive host and he encouraged stimulating conversation, while his mere presence stimulated most of his guests in ways which were reminiscent of our first viewing of football jocks in the shower when we were high school freshman.

 

After meeting the guests, I took a dip in the pool and while Robster may lay claim to being the first nudie at Oliver's party, I claim that crown for David's party and therefore, for the entire weekend. David had planned the party from 1-5 but, a few of us guests did not take that to heart and remained at this lovely home well passed the appointed time. I wish I could say that there was a sensationally salacious explanation as to why my underwear were never found, I can only hope that they were stolen by a fanboy, for future use, rather than removed by a sexy stud in a Hazmat suit. Sadly, though while the evening was young, I am not and I begrudgingly headed to the Canyon Club to check in and check out the guests.

 

A canyon is a v shaped, tract of land created by erosive activity on hard rock. The Canyon Club did not live up to that definition on Thursday night. There was hardly a hint of v shapes, hard rocks, nor erosive activity on Thursday but that would all change soon enough.

 

Since all was quiet on the western front, Azdr and I headed down to the Adonis Male review. There were about 13 male dancers of all shapes and sizes and they all had the great look of tight fitting g strings and the strong scent of testosterone. Not to bore with the details, the dancers' butt shaking led to the back room being very active. Azdr has already chastised me, claiming I embellished the tale, so I will not go into the details that left a beefy muscular man and I, sweaty and banished from the back room. But I will say, that for this evening I give a big A to Adonis and a nice red tinge to the big muscular A of Tyler the dancer.

 

Friday at Canyon Club was a day of sun, relaxation and people watching. Sexy men seemed to be appearing with startling frequency and they appeared from all corners of the Canyon Club with almost all of them heading toward Robster's room. It seems his joy for life has grown, as I heard more than one starry eyed youngster stammer enviously that Rob was a grower.

 

I cannot fully relate the ferocity of the partying at Canyon Club Friday night. I do know that I was barely able to hear my own pleas for mercy resulting from a Tyger attack, because of the howlings of the animals poolside and elsewhere. I saw otters and bears and young stags and wolves in sheep's clothing and I heard desperate cries for mercy and the encouraging whoops of men urging stallions to greater and greater speed, followed by the distinctive crack of a whip. That whip thing may have only been in my room however.

 

In any case, Saturday morning in the Canyon Club started out as still as one can imagine. The silence was broken by the occasional disheveled young man, bleary eyed and wearing his pants backward stumbling by the pool and out the door with the wide based gait one associates with bicyclists after a long leg of the Tour du France. Eventually, many men with sloppy smiles and gleaming eyes strutted, swaggered and strode out for the morning coffee. I will not name names, unless of course you send me $10 and a self addressed and stamped envelop. They walked out solo, in pairs and in groups. They were arm in arm, hand on ass, tongue in ear and perhaps there were a few who still had some energy from the night before and decided to favor passersby with demonstrations of affection of a more oral variety.

 

The rest of Saturday at Canyon Club was a pleasant public exchange of ideas and a pleasant private exchange of fluids.

 

Ihad the privilege of meeting several forum members and enjoyed getting to know them and hearing their stories. They were all highly intelligent, vibrant and loving men of all ages with varying background and with incredible history. There was an openness and a level of freedom and acceptance here which I had not experienced for a very long time.

 

There were men of tremendous physical beauty. Some of them with physiques like David and others with cocks like Goliath and a few bastards with both of those attributes. Most of us there though, were not examples of physical perfection and were mere mortals with frailties and physical flaws and imperfections which we would usually choose to hide lest we be demeaned or shamed. But at that hour and at that time we walked or limped or shuffled to meet our tribe. Some of us did so for the first time. Tenuous first steps into the warm embrace of our fellows. Some of us did so again, after times of personal anguish or hardship or illness.

 

The rest of the weekend will likely be discussed elsewhere. Oliver's exceptional hosting and his incredible stamina in and out of the living room. Epigonos' deviled eggs and devilish smile and totally frustrating political views. The blatant sexiness of Tristan Baldwin in a black g string. The shy innocent sweet smile of FTMtwink who knows how to be not that shy, sweet and innocent. Ace's Karaoke. Kessler's kisses. Mr. Carter's skill as erotic coordinator, though I did not see his rise from the pool, I know that many others got a rise from him. JawJaTech and MikeCarey bringing their strong male presence and intelligence and horniness from across the country in one case and across the Pacific in the other. SoCal's words of thanks to assembled dinner guests and his profession of love for them and his partner.

 

Everyone of us there has a story to tell of the weekend. For one it was a sexual explosion at a pool party. For another it was a quiet conversation with a long time friend he just met. Some made jokes over dinner. Others fondled a handsome man in a parking lot after the dinner hoping to avoid being arrested while envisioning being held prisoner and being made to confess his dirty dirty secrets. There were newcomers, old timers, frequent comers and my guess would be that all comers were comers at some point in the weekend,

 

There were many more there and each has a story to tell. I encourage each of them to tell his story and I encourage those who did not attend to drop whatever baggage is holding him back and to dive in next year. Some of us are swimming naked and we would love the company.

 

PS. I know there are many participants who added greatly to my wonderful long weekend who have gone unmentioned here. I thank you all for your youth and vitality, age and wisdom, blatant unabashed and unafraid sexuality, your quiet courage and support.

It seems clear to me I am suffering from jet lag and sleep deprivation so I will use that as an excuse for the length of this post and the shortness of its insight.

 

I am hoping to see all of this year's participants next year and I hope that we all will heed the cry: "Next Year in Palm Springs"

Great meeting you PK. I look forward to seeing you again next year. I had a blast. So many nice people.