Yesterday my afternoon class was cancelled, so I called a friend to see if he wanted to go fishing. He's out of work and agreed. We decided to hit a small pond in the corner of the Fells reservation outside of Boston. We were NOT fishing the resevoir. I had already spoken to MDC cops who said we were OK where we were.
So anyway, I get to the lot first. The parking lot is FREAKY. Lots of gay guys hang out for "rendezvous" in the woods. It sucks b/c there are a lot of families there.
So I am leaning against my truck, when a nasty looking old guy rolls up next to me in an old Taurus wagon. He looked like a steretypical child molester- a fat, bald, middle-aged slob.
Here is the gist of our conversation. As soon as I saw that he had seen me, I realized what a bad idea it was to be just standing there, leaning against my truck.
Him: "Wow, those are some bright glasses." (I was wearing my O Straight Jackets)
Me: "Bright day."
Him: "Lots of people here today."
Me: "Yup."
Him: "What do you think they are all here for?"
Me: "Don't know."
I was trying to keep my answers as brief as possible.
At some point, I told him that I was there to go fishing. Can't remember how I mentioned it. I thought that by keeping my answers as brief and uninterested as possible, he woulf get the hint and leave. But as soon as I mentioned that I was meeting somsone to go fishing, I realized what a mistake that was, from an inuendo stand point.
Pretty soon he said,
"So, ah, fishing for dangling worms? Know what I mean? (giggling)"
I almost died. I was like, Did I really just hear him say that? I just shrugged. Then my phone rang. As soon as he heard me say, "Hey, whats up dude. Where you at?" he must have realized that I was telling the truth and he left. I never felt endangered, it was just f*ed up. I have a few gay friends, but they don't proposition me. The thougt of people turning a heavily trafficed nature area into a place for deviant sexual meetings is just nasty, regardless of sexuality. The Fells are getting out of hand again. There was a lot of this stuff going on up intil ~ the mid/late 90's, but then it faded away. Now its back. We see guys meeting up in the woods all the time. I don't know if they are all NAMBLA members and are all working from the same playbook, but it is always the same scenario. There is a small boarded up bath-house looking building near the parking lot. When we some back from fishing, we see this all the time b/c they cannot see us coming. One guy will stand/wait towards the end of the building that is farthest from the lot. Then someone will walk over from the lot. The make eye contact. The 'new arrival' will then walk around their end of the building. Then the original person will wait a minute, then circle around from their end. Then they (fortunately) disappear behind an embankment.
I don't think it is wrong for me to be repulsed by stuff like this. With all the STD's going around, having random sex in the woods isn't the healthiest of lifestyles. It was a surreal experience, to say the least. I thought afterwards that I should have led him on to see if he produced any money, then taken it from him and left.
So anyway, I get to the lot first. The parking lot is FREAKY. Lots of gay guys hang out for "rendezvous" in the woods. It sucks b/c there are a lot of families there.
So I am leaning against my truck, when a nasty looking old guy rolls up next to me in an old Taurus wagon. He looked like a steretypical child molester- a fat, bald, middle-aged slob.
Here is the gist of our conversation. As soon as I saw that he had seen me, I realized what a bad idea it was to be just standing there, leaning against my truck.
Him: "Wow, those are some bright glasses." (I was wearing my O Straight Jackets)
Me: "Bright day."
Him: "Lots of people here today."
Me: "Yup."
Him: "What do you think they are all here for?"
Me: "Don't know."
I was trying to keep my answers as brief as possible.
At some point, I told him that I was there to go fishing. Can't remember how I mentioned it. I thought that by keeping my answers as brief and uninterested as possible, he woulf get the hint and leave. But as soon as I mentioned that I was meeting somsone to go fishing, I realized what a mistake that was, from an inuendo stand point.
Pretty soon he said,
"So, ah, fishing for dangling worms? Know what I mean? (giggling)"
I almost died. I was like, Did I really just hear him say that? I just shrugged. Then my phone rang. As soon as he heard me say, "Hey, whats up dude. Where you at?" he must have realized that I was telling the truth and he left. I never felt endangered, it was just f*ed up. I have a few gay friends, but they don't proposition me. The thougt of people turning a heavily trafficed nature area into a place for deviant sexual meetings is just nasty, regardless of sexuality. The Fells are getting out of hand again. There was a lot of this stuff going on up intil ~ the mid/late 90's, but then it faded away. Now its back. We see guys meeting up in the woods all the time. I don't know if they are all NAMBLA members and are all working from the same playbook, but it is always the same scenario. There is a small boarded up bath-house looking building near the parking lot. When we some back from fishing, we see this all the time b/c they cannot see us coming. One guy will stand/wait towards the end of the building that is farthest from the lot. Then someone will walk over from the lot. The make eye contact. The 'new arrival' will then walk around their end of the building. Then the original person will wait a minute, then circle around from their end. Then they (fortunately) disappear behind an embankment.
I don't think it is wrong for me to be repulsed by stuff like this. With all the STD's going around, having random sex in the woods isn't the healthiest of lifestyles. It was a surreal experience, to say the least. I thought afterwards that I should have led him on to see if he produced any money, then taken it from him and left.
I was riding in boston with some guys from work and we walked to the deli to get meats to grill and when we got out of the deli, he came up to me, actually touched me by putting his arm around me, and asked if i wanted to "head out back". not one of my favorite riding experiences 
