Fire Island: Neither On Fire Or An Island...

Wait...it IS an island....and there ARE flamers....

Anyway, more about that soon. First, I want to say, yes that IS me in some of those new party pictures on DList. Although, in one of them, I look very dorky and alone in the middle of....something. I just have to say that I was actually trying to decide which ones to join first. ;-)
Just check 'em out and you'll see.

So I went to Fire Island this weekend for the first time. Wow, it was amazing. AMAZING.
I mean, it could have been terrible, but the accomadations and the weather and the new experience. It was all just right!
I relish outsite enviroments where I can freely go rollicking about. Especially in a debaucherous way.

One particularly jaunting moment was while I was being taken on my tour of the Meat Rack. I love outdoors sex so it seemed like my place to be. The whole time we'd see people splattered about here and there, but the entire time I felt like we were walking through the forest animal watching. We'd hear rustling, and then we'd stop and get really quiet as not to scare them away from their natural habit(at)s. I was almost tempted to put out a salt lick...along with margarita mix.

I guess it would be effective in putting out a BEAR trap, too! (I think BARE would also have worked, but the double meaning of bear is pretty funny to me.)

Most of the time I was there, though, I was thinking how GREAT a setting it would be for a ghost horror movie/game (Fatal Frame II: Crimson Butterfly seemed to come into mind a LOT while walking around the boardwalks...especially seeing the bamboo!)