Thursday, December 05, 2002


Adieu, Seattle
(I'm home from Seattle. This was written on my Visor on my last day there.)

It's 3:30 pm local time. I'm sitting in Bauhaus Coffee at Pine & Melrose. There is this wildly hot guy behind the counter. Sort of a beat skinny cowboy with a big belt buckle and sideburns. He got all flirty when I was getting my latte, saying he liked my Buck Rogers shirt. So then, in walks big butch tatoo artist rocker guy with a big bushy bleached goatee and nerd glasses. It's gray and wet, but not raining. Maybe it's not the case that everyone is 14 here, but they just look like that because the weather provides a daily facial. Hot guys at the Eagle last night included a mailman with an exotic name who could easily be a porn star and a sweet bear who taught in the public schools and had a back like an angorra sweater. The music at the Eagle is the best I've ever heard in a fag bar. My favorite name of a local band: Gazebo of Destruction.

I could totally live here. I could totally leave New York.

10 pm Pacific Time

After my latte, I meandered around Capitol Hill. I found a restaurant, the Rosebud (the name was a foreshadowing, a sign from the leathergods), but they weren't serving dinner until 5 o'clock. So I went to a gay bookstore and spent $20 on back issues of Drummer. I think I'll aim to collect a complete edition, a piece of leather history. I had a great dinner at the Rosebud, and I was walking back to my hotel when I thought, "One more beer at the Eagle."

Good instinct. I hadn't finished my beer when a hot man in boots and a leather MC jacket with a cockring on his right epaulet walked in. Brief conversation ensued before we left for his condo where I ploughed the bejeezus out of that hot man, then (almost) fisted him. What a hot, sweet, wonderful ass.

Now I'm on the bus, off to the airport. I'm feeling sleepy, as I always do when I cum, so maybe I'll be able to forego the sleeping pills on the plane.

Aubrey called while I was retrieving my luggage to wish me well. The perfect ending to a perfect sojourn in the Pacific Northwest.

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