I’m heading out to The Guest House at Lost River in West Virginia with some pals of mine from D.C.  It’s a gay resort (straight couples occasionally go there too) tucked away in the hills near Dolly Sods wilderness area, which I’ve backpacked a time or two.  They say there is wireless there now, but last year the cell phones didn’t work, so I’m not sure I’ll be able to post over the weekend, and anyway this is a mini vacation, so I don’t plan on posting much.  Just guy watching mostly.  And a little warm-up to my annual southwestern/California road trip.

My friends say the pool there is heated, which it damn well better be that close to Dolly Sods, and there is a hot tub, and they insist on my joining in.  Diet notwithstanding, I’m not sure I’m ready to let anyone see my stomach yet.  It still needs a little work.  But they insist and so I went out yesterday looking for a decent pair of swimming trucks.  All I could find at the local stores were either Speedos, which I don’t quite have the figure for again yet (getting there though) and the god awful Bozo The Clown trunks American heterosexual males have been wearing at the beach now for over a decade.  Crap that goes down to your knees and is big enough to fit three sets of legs in. Fuck that.  I was looking for a nice pair of Brazilian cut trucks…something like this…

…ideally in some nice colors.  I am not wearing Bozo The Clown trunks to the pool, or the beach, or anywhere else!  So I guess I’m mail ordering swim suits now too.  In the meantime I bought a couple Speedos anyway, more for motivation to stick to my diet then anything else, and a close-to-decently fitting set of white Fila trunks that apparently aren’t being made anymore so they had them on clearence.  I’ll probably wear the Fila’s this weekend.  At least they fit fairly well and they don’t hang down around my knees, but just above mid-thigh.

Swear to God…it ought to be illegal for men to wear this sort of thing in public…!