Lunatic

  • MikeW

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    Oct 20, 2013 5:57 AM GMT
    I was just outside admiring the moon. It reminded me how much I love full moons and always have, especially those of late summer and early autumn.

    I recalled that as a boy growing up on a farm, I would sometimes wander off into the fields on warm nights beneath them and perform private, magical rituals. These included staring at the moon for long periods of time and occasionally getting sexually aroused, getting naked and jerking off beneath them.

    My partner, Thomas, and I once made love beneath a full moon while tripping on LSD. We were up in the mountains and, although usually it is too chilly for naked romps at night, that particular evening was a rare exception. The experience was not only hot, it was profound in a way I wouldn't know how to explain. We weren't in this world or this time, not as we ordinarily perceive it.

    Another instance was with my partner, David, also in the mountains. We were camping during a white water rafting trip with several other gay friends. David and I had wandered off toward a lake shore with a mountain range on the eastern edge. There was an odd glow above the mountains and we couldn't imagine what it was. Slowly a great golden dome began to rise up above them. It was so huge and massive and entrancing, neither of us could imagine what it could be -- a massive mother ship? Eventually, of course, we realized it was the rising full moon and felt a bit foolish for having gotten our hopes up. Somehow, perhaps due to the scale reference of the mountain range, the moon looked vastly too large to be 'our moon'.

    It's peculiar the things we remember. Or, perhaps I should say, it is interesting the things we never forget.
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    Oct 20, 2013 10:25 AM GMT
    Aristoshark saidOne of the most amazing things I ever saw occurred when I was about ten. The kids in my neighborhood and I had been playing baseball on a summer evening on a field in our farm, When dusk fell, we all just slumped to the ground and lay back and watched the stars come out while talking. When it got pitch dark (almost 11 o'clock - in Michigan in midsummer the sun doesn't set until after 10) - suddenly the sky grew lighter and lighter until it was daylight again. This lasted for a very short time, not even a minute. Then the dusk started to fall again and within another minute it was pitch black again.

    The next day the newspaper told us what had happened - a small meteor had hit the earth in northern Ohio and when it passed over us it was a tiny fireball only a few hundred feet up. I've never seen anything like it again, most likely never will.



    When I first saw you on this thread, I thought you were going to describe having been on the maiden voyage of Noah's Ark. And you weren't the male shark, you were the male ASS!! icon_wink.gif
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    Oct 20, 2013 10:36 AM GMT
    There must have been two gay male asses and two gay male "tops" on that ark, ya think?

    I have lots of stories involving men's full moons. icon_twisted.gif I never get tired of looking at pics of them either.

    My favorite lunar recollection was seeing for the first time how the phase of the moon affects the tides. At a beach in South Carolina one summer, the moon phased into full no more than 3 days after a hurricane. The waves were crazy! They were literally attacking the beach, washing all the way across to where the grasses started and then "grabbing handfuls" of sand in retreat. All the surfers were loving it.
  • jo2hotbod

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    Oct 20, 2013 12:40 PM GMT
    Maybe the Death Star is what you saw in the mountains
  • MikeW

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    Oct 20, 2013 4:07 PM GMT
    Aristoshark said - suddenly the sky grew lighter and lighter until it was daylight again. This lasted for a very short time, not even a minute. Then the dusk started to fall again and within another minute it was pitch black again.

    Awesome!

    I grew up in tornado ally but never once saw one (there have been several near misses to the family homestead since I moved away). Lots of great thunderstorms, though. One of my favorite summer things to do was to go running naked in the rain.

    Our fireflies have a chartreuse glow, woodsmen.

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