Went to a lake today to enjoy the continuing sweltering heat and the novel experience of an inter-city lake you can actually swim in. And to a North American it was novel indeed. First of all, there are people out enjoying the sun, enjoying drinking til relatively late every night of the week. Today, in the sunshine, this trend continued. Though it was midday the small lake me and my friends gathered around was not sparsely enjoyed. Blankets and towels and bathing suits and dogs and beers and food were everywhere to be seen. What made it novel, to me, was the European take on nudity. There were a number of topless women, wholly void of self-conscience, sunbathing, walking around, one was even twirling two of those weighted ropes around, nude, bending over backwards, extending her torso and looking magnificent! I really want to twirl those ropes–even more so if they’re on fire.
On a more personal note, guys are generally more fit, more attractive here, and it is a revelation for me to be around so many guys who elicit a sexual stimulation in me at one time. Initially, I’m frustrated or aggravated or motivated to act on this stimulation: to talk, or pursue some sort of interest. But as time went on, I just leaned back and enjoyed the scenery and realized the advantages of being a spectator. It’s a good feeling to have the sexual desire normalize; to realize that it is simply a part of the human experience and is not something that needs to be agonized over. I’ve never been one to act very different under the persuasion of sexual stimulation: I’ve always maintained a stubbornly high degree of pride and indifference in its face. But today I realized: it’s nice and inevitable to be stimulated in this way; but actions leading from that stimulation are in a sphere wholly separate from that stimulation, necessarily and for good reason. Without that personal truth, I would never find anything meaningful in sex.
I really like those birds in the tree photos. Very cool! That would look really cool printed on something.