Well, the three big gay holidays of the year are over. Pride, Dore Alley, & last but not least, Folsom have all come and gone. And while I had fun, Folsom was a mixed bag for me this year. One might even say too much fun. [1]Yes, there will be a separate post for that. You’ll need to be logged in to see it. That said, I discovered a couple of old demons still lurking in my id.
The Big Muscle party on Saturday was exceptionally fun. What can I say? So many beefy menz, so little time. Actually, with the exception of the fair itself, everything else was almost a let down after the BM party. Nothing else really seemed to measure up. lol And, I like it because everyone is still relatively sober. I usually find the guys are often very friendly and more sociable than other events throughout the weekend. I guess you could compare it to a Tea dance. I also met more guys from online this year than I ever have before. Moving on…
The weekend went great. I was with a great group of friends, ran into some old ones and definitely met some new ones. That said, I remember this nagging sensation gnawing at me several times. Not about to let it ruin my fun, I tucked it away and made a mental note to crack it open later. *g* Well it is later and I’ve realized the nagging feeling was me feeling inferior.
Don’t get me wrong, I doubt anyone really noticed. One thing you learn about me, when I’m nervous or intimidated I tend to act more gregarious than normal to compensate for it. [2]I know, you are asking, “is that even possible?” LOL Call it a defense-mechanism from my childhood, whatever. I originally chalked it up to not having worked out in over a month. And lets face it, these events do sort of cater to the more shallow side of our nature.
Now I’m left wondering if my lack of gym time is the real culprit? I’m a little ashamed to say I don’t think so. Instead, I think I’ve become so accustomed to working out it has allowed me to bury my old feelings of inadequacy. It really shouldn’t surprise me not being able to work out just allowed them to surface.
So yeah, I had a great time at Folsom. But, it also gave me a chance to see myself a bit more objectively. Never a bad thing, IMHO. I guess the point here is I realized I’ve been neglecting the inner me and focusing primarily on the outer me. And while neither is in that bad of shape, I need to remember they both need work. *g*