Spent weekend at the house of an ex-lawyer, current farmer.
Along with one New York-based masseur/sex worker (happy endings), one current office furniture saleswoman (previously worked with Connecticut Public and had received an Emmy for a documentary), one nurse fresh out of nursing school, one SF English teacher, a couple who own a farm and rent out goats for landscaping, and another area couple.
Seven of these folks were gay men. (And I wonder why I never get laid. Fuck.)
I got to:
1. sit in a hot tub and gaze at the stars
2. get within a foot (no fence) of an ostrich
3. hug a baby emu
4. hug baby goats
5. play with a tiny kitten
I also was:
invited back for harvest season at the rate of $200 a pound (of work)
Potentially more to follow.
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