A cock without a frock on a rock

There is nothing better than running around naked at Joshua Tree. Ok, like, I didn’t run around naked, even tho I really did want to. Altho I am planning to do so the next time I head out there.

The weekend was spent in increments of naps. On Friday night I napped for an hour or so before heading up to Los Angeles to catch a piece of Danny Tenaglia’s “11 hour” set at Avalon. Woods and I got there at around 4am. It was about a quarter to 4am when we finally found parking on some remote Skunk infested Hollywood Street. We didn’t want to pay the 25 dollars that Avalon was charging for parking. After a brief ticketing fiasco at the box office, we were able to locate Mnky and Frankie within minutes. We danced amongst one of the most diverse crowds I ever had the pleasure of being around. You had everything there – Trannys, Heteros, Queers, Bi’s, and so forth. At 6am, the bar re-opened and the crowd bum rushed the bartenders. We all decided it would be best if we participated and purchased a few cocktails as well. We hung out until sometime after 8am where Woods and I headed over to Griffith Park where we located a nice shaded area to nap – in Betina’s front seats that is.

At close to 1pm, we awoke to the sounds of people running. I immediately spotted the fags cruising the local public restrooms. We decided to skip out on the cruising and head over to the gym. Wood and I decided that we would check out the Miracle Mile LA Fitness. I was shocked to learn how fucking cruisy that gym is. That has to be the cruisiest gym I have ever been to. The locker rooms are in another building separate from the work out area. The locker room was quiet and secluded. In other words, a paradise for a slut like me. Even without being in the locker room, I got cruised hard by some Los Angeles fag working his shoulder muscles. Downstairs it was a cock free for all as looks were exchanged, and heads nodded to meet back in the showers. Even with all of this going on, I didn’t hook up with anyone. Altho I did show off in the shower to some older dude who was pleasuring himself in the stall across from mine. He shot his load and was off. Good times.

By the end of the day, Woods and I planted ourselves in some BLM land outside of Joshua Tree. I was freaking out because it looked like the Firefly Family had been there looking for their next victim. All I wanted to do was set up camp and hit the hay. I kept visualizing cannibalistic mutants that could be living in the hills attacking my truck and dragging me out by my feet with hopes of me being their late night snack. Luckily for me I have limited meat on my bones. Yeah, yeah, I know – I’ve seen too many horror movies. Regardless, I was passed out on the sleeping bags way before midnight.

I woke up to the sounds of gun shots sometime before 8am. Some crazy NRA bastards were doing a bit of target practice a few miles down from us. That went out for an hour until I finally rolled out of bed, or lack thereof. Woods and I thought it would be best to get our faggoty asses out of there before they turned their target practice onto some San Diego queens in an Xterra. But before we run were out of there in fear, I could not start the day without a Bloody Mary – which ended up a bit too dark for my taste. Light on the horseradish please.

We made it to Joshua Tree before noon. We ate lunch then decided to do some exploring. Some of the highlights were of the day were… my cock flopping out once or twice; bare ass in the shade; eating a yummy Santanas’ carne asada burrito; watching the novice rock climbers; taking a nap in Betina next to a rock; and driving through JT’s main road with Ladytron blaring loudly out of the speakers.

We eventually made it out of the park sometime after 8pm. It was quite dark when we hit Interstate 10 to head back home. Woods decided to take the long way through the Salton Sea, but not without a stop at the ghetto-ass Long John Silver/KFC hybrid over in Coachella. Nothing says lovin’ like scrumcious LJS’s chicken planks after a weekend in the desert. Those things are a little piece of heaven covered in batter. Mmmm.