I'm here under the soggy skies of Seattle for a three day weekend as the guest of a photographer. I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I suppose I'd pictured a kind of non-stop erotic weekend, with nude models lying around a swimming pool, since my host mostly photographs guys for gay magazines. But it's not quite like that. He lives in a modest house way outside of Seattle, in the gritty town of Bremerton, home to the big North Western Navy Base. And there are no nude models lying around, although he does have an extremely cute twenty-four year-old boyfriend, whom I've yet to meet. I've just seen his photos. Photos of him in a variety of compromising positions in Playgirl Magazine, and others.

Anyway!

Part of me feels like an imposter being here. I'm thirty-seven years old, and, in my eyes, way too old to be photographed for gay magazines. But my host seems to think otherwise. In any event, I'd decided on coming down here just for the fun of it. To put myself in new circumstances, and have a weekend where I had no responsibilities except to lay around in varying stages of undress.

My host is sweetness itself - not at all what you'd expect from a guy who's taken photos of tons of cover models. And as I write, he's fussing around in the kitchen preparing dinner. Tomorrow's our first big day of shooting, so I'd better not eat too much.

Ahhh. It is very nice to be away from home. It's really the first break I've had all year. Gonna enjoy it!