Was listening to the public radio broadast NPR Berlin and caught the end of a segment on Deep Springs College where I was a guest teacher ages ago. Deep Springs is a small 2 year institution that is quite unique in that it is an all male college where the boys are between the ages of 18-20. Deep Springs has a non-traditional curriculum with a core structure of composition, public speaking, labour and self governance. When the students graduate they can get into almost any Ivy League University of their choice. The reputation of Deep Springs is that outstanding. I was very surprised when the students invited me as a guest teacher. Probably they had been prompted by my friend the brilliant novelist Bruce Benderson who had taught there before me. I’m a glamour girl not a nature girl, so getting use to their regimen in the California high desert was a bit taxing, but I loved how non hierarchical the boys were and that their male bonding and cameraderie is very homo positive which is strange for young men of that age group. The school which has been around for little over 100 years seems to encourage breaking the norms of North American cult of masculinity. In fact according to the radio report the students have voted to allow women to join the school as students which some alumni are fighting. One thing I can say about Deep Springs College is that the lads who go to the school are extremely beautiful, and fit. Boys will be boys and sometimes they get into the habit of going days if not weeks without showering, but whats a little funk amongst such youth and vigour.
Just
received a sweet and lovesexy emug from my former student Marc Arthur who just
got accepted to the PhD program at NYU.
Congrats Marc I love you!
Dear Ms.
Davis,
Firstly,
I have to explain why it's taken me so long to write you. Right after
Christoph left, I was on a train to Canada. I was going to this 10 day
meditation retreat in the middle of nowhere. This year has been the most
crazy and intense of my life with work and school so, after several people I
knew and trusted recommended this retreat, I decided to go because I thought it
would be a nice way to decompress and get some me time. It was free and
in nature so what could go wrong right? Well, the first day I got there I
learned that a gong would be stuck at 4am to wake you up followed by gongs
almost every hour for the entire day which you are expected to follow this
crazy structure of sitting silently, walking in the restricted area of nature
or eating the very bland food. I was freaked out. I had walked
right into a cult that worked by starvation and brainwashing. I was in a
prison with 100 other people. The main guru had died so we were left to
watch lengthy and boring videos of him talking about enlightenment rather than
any real guidance. Worst (or best) of all though is that part of this
cult was that the men and the women had to be completely separated the whole
time so as to avoid any "temptations". Apparently the guru
didn't account for gay people in his master plan, and so rather then being able
to focus I was incredibly distracted by what could have easily been a cast for
a really hot Canadian gay porn. There were about 30 men total and there
were only a few that I wouldn't have considered exchanging blow jobs with.
Hotties with names like Cedric, Sebastian, Jacques and Luka donned the
skimpiest and most revealing yoga chic, allowing their giant french Canadian
genitalia to swing and bob around freely. I remember one day while I was
trying to meditate, Cedric's ball sac was basically falling out of his shorts.
This made meditation impossible. While the guru repeatedly told us
to focus on our breath, all I could think about was him in downward dog with my
dick in his ass. I think because one of the tenants of being there was to
remain celibate, the sexual energy was so thick you could basically smell it. And
on top of that, because no one could speak, it felt like I was in a big gay
cruising park of men boys. The boys were twinky hairless puppies looking
for meaning in their lives right after high school or during college. The men
were hairy toned and their feet were big and smelly, not a lot of showering was
going on. The men would pass and their pheromones would immediately give me a
boner. Cedric was a twink and started sitting next to me everyday in the
dining hall, I didn't mind. And every time he passed me he would give me
a hard and clear "I want you to fuck me" glance. One day while
sitting next to me I noticed his giant penis boner making a tent in his linen
yoga pants. I could almost make out the details of his cock because the
fabric was so thin.
So while
the whole cult/prison aspect of the experience was making me crazy and on the
verge of escaping, I figured I had to stay out at least a few days more to see
if I might find another more sexual enlightenment. At the meditation hall
where we were expected to sit for hours in silence focusing on our breath, I
found myself imagining elaborate fantasies of orgies and sex with the other men
there. My dreams finally came true. On the second day, while
strolling in the forest area, the young twink Luka seemed to be following me.
I wondered into a secluded area and turned around and he just stopped.
His boner was very clearly popping up his pants and then he just pulled
it out and showed it to me, like an animal in the wild that was either about to
fuck or kill me. With out thinking I immediately went up to him and
started stroking. he took out my cock and before long he was drooling all
over my cock and rubbing it with his hands. I shot my load right as the
gong was being struck all over his face.
This became
our meeting spot and for the next few days we would go there for enlightenment.
But it didn't take long for the other men to catch on. I honestly didn't care
that we were breaking the rules, getting kicked out would have been great.
At first just a few people would pass and ignore us but by the third or
fourth day there were a couple men who were watching us and stroking themselves
behind trees or bushes. It was when Cedric joined us with his soft supple
lips and enormous French Canadian meat that the action really got started.
The day he found us he immediately got to his knees and tried to fit mine
and Luka's cock into his mouth at once. This served as an invitation for
the others who had been watching us to come closer. Eventually there were
about 7 or 8 of us having circle jerks several times a day in the woods.
While I didn't find the peace and serenity I went there looking for, I
was happily surprised to find enormous penises rife with sex from being in this
crazy environment.
So now that
I'm back I'm thrilled to tell you all about Christophe who was so lovely and
charming and smart. You're going to have a fabulous time with him in Giessen.
The first night we met I invited him to an opening at the Kitchen that
some of my friends were in. He came with his boyfriend JP who was also in
town. JP is a handsome German boy who is studying theater directing in
Switzerland. After the opening we wanted to go for a drink and given that
we were so far west in Chelsea I figured we could go to the Eagle, that
megolith for leather trolls and fanatics on West 30th. Have you been
there? The last time I went it was packed and fun. We arrived at
10pm and the chicken hawk doorman was drooling over us.
Thank god
there was a big open rooftop and it was the perfect summer night. We had
beers and observed what I had thought to be an extinct practice of real live
cruising in New York. The 5 or 6 men at the club with us were not on
Grindr, probably because they knew they couldn't get any sex online unless they
photoshopped their pictures. So instead they were parading around relying
on cruising rituals of yesteryore. The saddest sight was some guy who had
clearly been tweeking for the past 48 hours lurking in the corner and rubbing
his groin and chest. The only hot one was a muscular black man wearing
only a jock strap, which we would later learn was the theme for the evening.
Because Christophe and JP were strangers I was a little embarrassed to have
taken them to such a sad sight. But they were both really into it.
Turns out that Christophe's thesis is about red light districts and
practices of cruising and what not. So it ended up being kind of research
for him. They were both so sweet, only having been together for about 6
months.
Our next
rendezvous was on Saturday, it was gay pride and I was having a dinner party
that I invited them both to. JP had to leave early to meet a friend at
the airport but Christophe stayed the whole time and ended up going out with my
boyfriend and I afterwards. I think I've told you about Devin before.
Pride weekend in New York is really awful. So many tourists acting
out and people celebrating for all of the wrong reasons. Everyone trying
to go to the right party or get laid as many times as possible. The parties
that I thought would be fun all literally had multiple hour wait lines. We gave
up and ended up at a straight bar in Williamsburg which seemed fitting.
The three of us were having a nice time. Just then JP came and met up
with us after putting his friend to bed. We were pretty drunk at this
point and somehow ended up back at my apartment smoking weed while watching The
Wizard of Oz and listening to my record of Dark Side of the Moon.
Thanks so
much for the introduction.
xoxoMarc
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The 1933 film Heroes for Sale by William Wellman is
certainly timely in its themes. The
movie stars a long on the tooth looking Richard Barthelmess not successfully
playing a man of 25, a ravishing 19 year old Loretta Young and Aline MacMahon
who is sensational as the frump with a heart of gold.
Just read in the Berlin Local which is an English language
online newsmagazine about Michael Hartmann the German MP with the SPD caught up
in a crystal meth scandal. Crystal Meth
has reared its fugly head here in Berlin and let me tell you its all cry havoc. An
allnight party city like Berlin doesn’t need a drug like Miss Crystal
Carrington! It seems like the ones who get fargone the most on the drug are mainly gay men over
40 going through a midlife crisis trying to stay young and current which is a
grand recipe for disaster. Herr Hartmann had to resign as parliamentary
spokesman and from being part of the parliamentary committee that overseas
security services. According to Berlin Local he was just using the drug to be more alert and focused during government business meetings as crystal is a stimulant like coffee or Club Matte.
La Fearless Leader of CHEAP the great Susi and her companion
Marcuse Siegel gave me a scrumptious farewell dindin at their spacious compound
in East Berlina. Susi is a first rate gourmound. The delicious food and drink never stopped flowing, and the
company was delightful in the form of lovegod and Scandinavian Muzlim Daniel
Hendrickson and the Twins Salome & Richard.
Susi also gave me a beautiful Berkin Bag and some stylish bedding from
her hometown of Jena. So excited about
my summer teaching gig in Giessen with Love Camel with able assist from Giessen
student Christoph Bovermann and my Goethe Universitaet literary scientist student
Julian Scherer. Antonia Baehr taught at
Giessen recently and she said she loved being out in the wild forest.
I'M NOT ONE TO GOSSIP SO YOU DIDN'T HEAR IT FROM ME DEPT- The new administration at the Hebbel Theatre
seems to showcase either ex Giessen
students or theatre groups from Belgium or The Netherlands. The gossip I have heard is that the HAU now
is becoming very much like a Stadt Theatre in its predictability.
Also I’ve heard rumbles that the cultural funding bodies are
not too keen on the direction that HAU has taken, so a shakeup is imminent. More reportage on that later via my well placed Stassi spies . . .