fag bash
july 25

Los Angeles

I'm writing this in Los Angeles, but it began in DC... the date was May 15th-ish. I was looking forward to spending seven hours and maybe an orgasm or two with one of the Steelers who just happened to be on the same flight with me and a known tramp so my chances were good that I'd finally join the mile high club and I was all set to play fort under the blanket but we weren't placed together and he was more interested in playing pong on the on-bored entertainment center than getting any contact sport with me.

My host for the week turned out to be a cutey half-scrum for the Washington Renegades from South Dakota and since he had only one bed we'd naturally be sleeping together and I thought I'd at last lay a rugby player and to cut to the chase, it wasn't gonna happen.

While everyone else is hopping from bed to bed (or out into Georgetown wearing nothing but a Bloomingdale's bag at 8am), cross pollinating with no possible chance of progency, I barely registered on the radar. Everyone was confused about who, what, where from, what position I played and I was especially eager to demonstrate that last item but no one wanted to get in my jacuzzi.

That is until I actually put on a jersey, cleats and somebody else's mouthguard and played 7's for 'The International Team' (aka 'Nannies') and the Nannies took home a plate. I had nothing to do with that but felt that people started to notice me.

The next day I played a few minutes with the San Francisco Fog in a 15's gamethis big shirtless guy needed a place to take a shower and I happened to have my own hotel room (thank you Rosco!) and he lay on my bed half naked as we talked about 'High Fidelity' and... drum roll, please... no dice, so the whole week went dry for me, but you know what?

I had a fucking fanstastic time! I played my first rugby matches, I stood with the guys for the big team photo, I took home a jersey, rolls of film, lots of memories, and the desire to start a gay team in LA. I'm writing out my full experience and will let you know if any publications pick it up.

Then Rosco took me to his home in Virginia, in Dixieland, that's where I was born, early on a frosty morning. I chilled for a couple days, we took in some sights, including a local arboretum, Williamsburg, some museums and a viewing of the fantastic film 'Memento', which I highly recommend.

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