Belgium

[openscarf]

Our neighborhood had a kissing booth.  It was usually staffed by young Europeans guys and American girls. I think when it wasn’t staffed it was open for whomever. Some of the European guys were amazing looking.

 It was conveniently located on the way out to the playa/or on the way home and near the port-o-potties. Can you say ambiance? It just didn’t matter. My first morning trip to the loo, I was dressed and fresh and feeling fine. I saw the young guys in the booth and smiled and one kept calling to me, I just smiled. He was gorgeous.

I did my business and as I was riding back home, decided to swing up. He started talking to me in a charming accent and he smiled and why not start the day with a lovely long sweet kiss? Which we did.

I saw him several times over the week. He always called out to me. I always went over, except the one morning I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet, I just smiled alluringly. Our kissing got much better and hotter. He was from Belgium, so that’s what I called him.

 P and Bird were with me on separate occasions and were duly impressed with me and Belgium.

 Friday afternoon he said, “Come to our Karma Sutra party tonight.”

 Of course! I asked him what time and he said 9. I half jokingly asked if it would be going on later and he said no.

 I figured he didn’t understand me and said “Your Karma Sutra party is from 9 to 11?” And he said yes. I just smiled and said OK. He pointed out the purple RV and said to knock and ask for him. We parted with the best kiss ever. Really.

 P had met someone from their camp earlier; we were kind of intrigued to see just what went on there. It was our ‘explore the neighborhood’ night and we couldn’t resist.

Long after nine, we rode up and knocked on the purple RV door. A man and a woman were waiting to get in, they said something like couples and single women were invited. P hung back a little.

A seemingly stern older German guy with a white brush haircut opened the door - no smiles, no hello. I had seen him at the booth. I glimpsed in and saw a couple men who looked just like him on mattresses, I believe they were naked. I sweetly asked if Belgium was there. He said NO.

So I asked, "What do you do in here?"

He said, “We make LOVE. “

His accent was so strong and he punched those three syllables like cement on stone, he slammed “love” the hardest in his guttural thick accent. What it sounded like was this:  Here, we torture and maim humans, cut them up, cook the flesh, eat with blood spilling down our bodies and scatter the remains in the desert. (Read with your best German serial killer accent).

 Ok, I said. Great. The couple calmly waited to get in.

P and I rode on for a long night of fun, minus karma sutra. We only had another day and a half, I didn’t see Belgium again but didn't look too hard either. He had been pure beauty, sensuality and joy for me.

I told the campmates and strangers/friends the story and “We make LOVE” became a fitting punch line to many giddy conversations.

Camp                                                                                                      P and I shared the orange tent

 
  
A street somewhere         

 


This was fantastic. When it was windy and you stood in the middle it sounded incredible, other worldly, beautiful.




 

Comments

[dadadadio.livejournal.com]

I've been waiting, and wondering how you would write about le many people and experiences at BM. I think this is the best method, taking one person, or group, or event, per blog post.

I suspect the week filled your senses and it could become a rambling wreck of a story (like some of my posts) if you don't break it down.

I've worked with many Germans over the years. The accent can be harsh, especially if they're not polite.

[openscarf.livejournal.com]

Exactly, I'm trying to give you all a glimpse into what I saw and felt and did through small stories. It is sensory overload out there and surreal, it's hard to write about but I don't want too much time to go by. I'll eventually write something more polished about what it did to/ for me. Hopefully you're enjoying these, I only have one or two more I think.

HA!

[michimusic.livejournal.com]

Love it. Seriously, I've had moments like this at renaissance fairs. Not onstage :)

Re: HA!

[openscarf.livejournal.com]

LOL, you know when I read your posts, especially about the faires, I get an other worldly vibe, ;-)

Re: HA!

[michimusic.livejournal.com]

true, and I've been holding back on the juicy stuff (since I never know when Gramma might be reading!)

Re: HA!

[openscarf.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean! I locked my shower post, everything is either super juicy, luscious and delicious or spiritual realms are exploding in my mind,hard to find the right tone. LJ is like my family, I just want them to get a taste of it all. I haven't even begun working on my wrap up piece that I'd like more than just my close friends to read, LOL.

Bring on the juice! ;-)

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[michimusic.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Well thanks for sharing what you do. i'm diggin it.

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[openscarf.livejournal.com]

Thank you my friend.

[beautyofgrey.livejournal.com]

I just want to tell you that your photos are amazing - this sounds like a very...freeing experience. Something I'd love to do, but don't exactly foresee happening with my lifestyle.

[openscarf.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

You just never know. It's like planning for any vacation. If you can somehow get a sitter for 3 to 7 days and like to camp, GO with your sweetie, sometime. It will recharge and amaze you. Words don't do it justice, but I love reading everyone's thoughts about it.

I'll support you every step of the way. ;-)