I’ve had an insanely busy streak. I had performances at Mission Control, the Vagabond Ballroom, the SF Citadel, multiple shoots for awesome indie queer pornographers, conferences, and more. I needed to get away from it all so I did. I packed up my beloved, my dog, and headed out to the woods for some much needed R&R.
All photos featuring me were taken by my partner in crime, Ned.
I have a 10 month old Lab/Mastiff mix that Ned and I adopted named Folsom. I’ve always been partial to big dogs because I grew up with big dogs as family pets and I always knew that I was going to get a big dog of my own as soon as I could. Folsom had a blast on her first camping trip. There were a million new things to smell, plenty of dirt to dig, and lots of sticks to fetch. She earned her place by the campfire with a freshly cooked sausage when she chased away the wily band of raccoons circling our campsite with the intent of stealing our S’mores. Good dog, Folsom!
It was a beautiful and sunny day. I wasn’t wearing any makeup and you can all make fun of my very 90s sports bra. Hey! You have to wear something for support when you’re hiking and have a pair of knockers on your chest.
Off to the side of the trail I saw the tiniest hint of a ribcage sticking up from the ground. Naturally, I had to investigate. It was a full and intact skeleton of an elderly doe. How could I tell? The skull told me most of what I needed to know with its absence of antlers and its very worn down teeth. Eating a lot of roughage will wear down tooth enamel eventually but it takes a long time to actually grind them down to finely worn stubs. Given the entirely intact and undisturbed skeleton, it was obvious that the death had occurred peacefully. Mountain lions will attack their prey and quickly drag it back to their dens. There was no evidence of a violent attack but it was clear that smaller scavengers had consumed all of the meat. The skeleton was found under a tree in close proximity to the gorgeous lake. This was a doe who lived a long and healthy life and passed away peacefully in nature. It was a fantastic thing to find.
Did I get naughty? Of course I did! I packed up a couple of my traveling dicks but I had completely forgotten to pack my harness. I did have some rope by Twisted Monk and the best thing about being a bondage model is the fact that I take advantage of my rigger’s skill and knowledge and get as much instruction out of them. Without having ever actually been “taught” how to make a rope harness I decided to let my hands take over. The end result? I got to fuck my lover up against a tree just like I had always fantasized about doing. Getting fucked up against a tree was something I had done before and loved but I’ve always carried the fantasy of being able to do the same for a partner. I got to fulfill my fantasy that day and Ned was kind enough to snap a few photos of my handiwork before I got to work-work.