How are you today? I hope all is well and that you're in good spirits. The weather here is gorgeous, sunny and warm---finally---so I'm going to be outside most of the day, probably mowing the lawn or weeding.
Last night I wrote down "my favorite camp memories," on FetLife, (a web site that has a Camp group and lots of people we know on it), so I thought I would share it with you here...just to give you some idea of how awesome and bizarre camp really is...(the people are so creative, and so fun and everybody makes it a great time)....
Some of my most Favorite Camp Memories: (Not necessarily in this order)...
Lew Rubens, assisting with my kidnapping by tying me up in the world's shortest--and probably for him, most LAME-ASS--suspension (4 inches above the ground...I'm afraid of heights)! NOTE: I thought he tied me, then left...I had a blind fold on and he didn't make a PEEP, but apparently stayed the entire time to watch me go wild with an hitachi wand attacking me mercilessly for about an hour! YEEEHAWWW!! God Bless that man for being so awesome. (His girl is lucky as hell, I would LOVE to have her life for just one day!!)
Fire flogging by the pool: Scared me half to death. Thoughts in my head at that moment were, "Chlorine on a burn? Really? How soothing could THAT possibly be?" "Where are the fire extinguishers?!" and "How the HELL will Pete explain my impending disfigurement to my MOTHER?!" But then, like all of us at camp, my dark side appeared and said, "Fuck it, if I die, I die at camp, and what the hell, that's better than in a hospital bed any day!" So I survived, a bit SINGED, (boobies and arm hair mostly) but otherwise, it was AWESOME!!
Dungeon etiquette: A screaming brat sub in the outdoor dungeon down by the pond was really interrupting my "chee," (chi) as Pete and I began to play. Even with EAR PLUGS in both of my ears, that chick was STILL killing me and preventing me from going into subspace by piercing my ears with her blood curdling howls. I was about ready to go bite her face off. Don't know who she was, but as we gradually played more and more, and as my orgasms gushed for a long while, suddenly MY vocal chords kicked in, and apparently I must have interrupted HER "chee," as well, because suddenly all was quiet around me, and they finally left. Etiquette my friends. Common sense. Common courtesy. PLEASE GET A FRIGGIN' BALL GAG NEXT TIME, WILL YA?! Other than the noise, the scene was AWESOME!
The Parade: WE HAVE NO MORE GILLIGAN CRAP IN OUR GARAGE!!! YAY!!! Enjoy it all, folks, we had it left over from our wedding for nearly a YEAR clogging up all our space. We knew we wouldn't WIN the contest for best float, (The Littles truly deserved it), but we also knew we didn't really CARE either, as long as we rid ourselves of everything Gilligan. Thanks to all who assisted with achieving this goal!! Rachel, you were AWESOME for helping us, and we all had a BLAST throwing stuff at people!! SCHWAG baby, SCHWAG!!
The Carnival: I had bright red CHERRIES painted in latex on my boobies!! YAY!! It was so cool--until the fire flogging made me wonder how flammable liquid latex was!! ARGH!! Didn't get to wear the cherries for very long, but loved 'em. Also had three hurricane drinks and laughed myself sick at the local Rite Aid bathroom--they had a mirror on the back of the door, and I lifted my shirt to see the art work---I was a hysterical slightly drunk laughing mess all the way back to camp! hehehehe (I even sent my mother a text photo to share the joy)!! She thinks I'm a crazy loon, but what the hell. The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree mama!! Those carnival games were AMAZINGLY CREATIVE, and it was all so incredibly FUN!! I hope we get to have one again next year!
The Pony Show: Good Lord, what did I get myself into?! Suddenly Pete is this Pony Show Monster Attention Whore who is now planning Pony Bo Peep's next demise for next year's camp! Great googa mooga folks, stop BAA'ing at him, he's been making me listen to every Bob Rivers parody song under the sun ever since!! OH THE HORROR!! I can truly say I do have a much better appreciation and understanding of all the hard work and practice those REAL pony's do to get ready for their show, it is amazing and breathtaking to witness, and I really want to thank everybody for supporting us and helping us be a part of it!! We loved it!
The POOL....or should I say, "The OOL?!" And those awesome Blow-asis Cocktail parties! We were part of the Ambiance Committee who put together that whole place, and we brought all the left over booze from our wedding, (haleluyah, we aren't supposed to drink, we're both diabetic! We were GLAD to be rid of it all)! That pool was awesome, especially with the shade to hide under in the middle of those hot and humid days. I only got MILDLY sunburnt the whole time, and for me, that's a FIRST. Usually I am a friggin' LOBSTER by day 2, even with SPF 70!! Thanks to Baby Richard and everyone else who brought pool toys too!! I still say WE NEED TO SCHEDULE NIPPLE PULL RACES IN THE POOL!! hehehehe WOOOO!!
THE FOOD!!! Okay, the food was tremendous, no argument there. Ate like a pig. Loved every morsel. But, I hereby respectfully ask: WHERE THE HELL WAS THE ICE CREAM?! It was 400 DAMNED DEGREES OUTSIDE for cripes' sake, we needed some sugar free POPSICLES at least!! Please please please bring some for us next year, okay?! And you don't really NEED all that fancy-schmancy food either---give us some SPAGHETTI, or a PIZZA, or BEANS AND FRANKS or something---hell, bologna and cheese is GREAT for lunch sometimes too---no need for sauces drowning everything, no need for all that added expensive meat...SIMPLE IS BETTER----and besides, that would also free up the budget for more ICE CREAM!!!
The BUGS!! Noooo, noooo, not the ones in our cabin crawling on my pillow, in my suitcase, and on my toothbrush---DEFINITELY could have lived without THOSE---I mean the ones crawling all over Hildy in that cage at the Blow-asis! What a TORTURE that must have been!! My naughty self just loved watching him squirm. But my usual "normal" (?) subby-self said, "JEEZUS, THAT POOR GUY! HOW AWFUL! SOMEBODY HELP HIM!!" But alas, my request to bring him a can of OFF spray went ignored by those all around, and therefore I had no choice but to watch and enjoy in alarmed compassion and sadistic pleasure all rolled into one. Mmmuuhahahaha!!
Let's see....what else....oh, the NEKKID PEOPLE roaming about, the Littles and their toys, the awesome classes, the Yoga, the spankings, the bondage, the rope everywhere, the sexy SHOES people wore, the happy BJ's being given willingly, (or not), the beautiful SUNNY DAYS and WARM WEATHER, (and the COOLER weather too), the Leatherheart Family who welcomed us to their family last year, but MOSTLY I loved loved loved all the NON-JUDGMENTAL OPEN-MINDEDNESS, the TOLERANCE AND ACCEPTANCE OF OTHERS, mixed with the LACK OF SOAP OPERA BULLSHIT AND DRAMA AND ABOVE ALL ELSE, THE FRIENDLY, LAUGHING, HYSTERICAL FUN ALL AROUND that is CAMP....
My Cabin-Mates....thank you all for putting up with Pete's music, both of our snoring, my noisy damned hair dryer and frequent changing of clothes, and our craft-tent full of Gilligan JUNK everywhere. Thanks also for all the wonderful NEKKID NAUGHTY BITS AND EYE CANDY first thing in the morning!! WOOO!!
Favorite Quotes heard at camp: (Pony Girl Bree at her fire flogging): "STOP! Something hit me!" (I nearly peed my pants).
(Frankie standing at Hildy's bug cage): "Hey Frazier! You missed it! There was a huge MOTH right on Hildy's WEINER TIP!"
Those are things you'd NEVER hear anywhere else in the universe.
And those are some of my favorite Camp Memories. The BEST CAMP EVER!!!
Frazier, you are the most awesome human in the universe for creating such a place for so many of us to enjoy. Thank you Sir. THREE HUNDRED FIFTY TWO DAYS!!!
Love to all, Rebecca
PS. The shit-eating grins of Pete as I gave him several BJ's in the mornings. And when I gushed all over him a few times. And when I massaged his naughty bits in the class with Whitney, and it was our THIRD ANNIVERSARY of when we first met there at camp!! YAY!!
So, that's what camp is all about. Sharing bizarre memories of weird stuff and weirder people. Ain't it AWESOME?! I mean, when you were in Journey, Mr. Stephen-the-skeptical-vanilla-man, you were a close-knit family of brothers who could say and do just about anything, and often did, but it was like a military sort of bond, right? I mean, (at that time of your life) you'd probably die for those guys if you had to, ya know?
Well, the camp family is very similar. What happens at camp STAYS at camp, but we love to talk about it amongst ourselves! Each of us has some kind of "Any Way You Want It" attitude---whatever gets you off is right for you and who the hell are WE to judge? Go for it! So, when you gather 250 people together that have this same frame of mind, and attitude, it makes for an alternate universe of heaven on earth. It really does. If more vanilla people out there in the "real" world would set aside their inhibitions for awhile and keep their minds open, and behave in such a way EVERY DAY, this world would be incredibly cool for everybody.
I mean COME ON, bright red cherries painted in liquid latex on the BOOBIES!! You just can't get any better than that. A woman can get away with wearing just liquid latex on her boobies even in PUBLIC, ya know! As long as the nipples are covered, it's perfectly legal. Hell, I'm surprised Lady Gaga hasn't been prancing her screwy ass around in that stuff. She will, mark my words, she will. (She's just a regurgitated Madonna). Yawn.
Anyway, I wish I could introduce you to some of these people. Some of them have very high stress, high profile government official jobs in Washington DC too. These are NOT the "low-life weirdo's and creeps" of society my friend. You have to have $$$$ to be involved in camp, you have to have a very good reputation, you have to represent the community at all times. For instance, when Uncle Ed invited Pete and I to be a part of his Leatherhearts family, one of the "rules" we had to agree to follow was, "No harm to others, whether physical, emotional or otherwise." And you really have to stick to that promise.
So anyway, it might be a strange thing in your mind, sure, it is for most people who aren't a part of it. That is understandable. But, if you ever visit a dungeon, if you ever start perusing Fet Life (the best BDSM web site out there), you'll start to get a better understanding of it all. Think of it as a voluntary education of sorts. Just when you think you know it all, and have seen and/or DONE it all, somebody like ME comes along and opens up a whole new world of possibilities that you probably never dreamed ever existed!
So, you may be repelled and disgusted (on the surface) as you read about all this stuff that I write, but I know deep down inside, you are probably like most vanilla people---somewhat curious to know more. Am I right?!
Well, I have to get going and start my day. Enjoy yours, and as you look up at God, give him a big, wet, sloppy kiss between the ears and give yourself a silent blessing from me, and the thousands of other fans who love you.
Love, Rebecca
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