Hiding Place

Sat, 05 Nov 2005 00:00:00 +0000

I was in my first year of university, and was having bad luck with my roommates. They either seemed to torment me or just up and leave me high and dry. I had made a friend in my psychology class. She seemed to be having the exact same problem I was, just with different people. By the end of the year, we had decided that the next year we should try to live together, after all it could not get any worse. Now most of you might be thinking, hey way to go dude, U da Mannnn…. Well she just wanted to be friends, you know…. Oh well, at least I had a roommate for the next year.

A Beginner's Mummification

Tue, 22 Oct 2002 00:00:00 +0000

Warren was the first openly-gay guy I got well acquainted with when I worked in San Francisco’s financial district, and we kept in touch via E-mail even after I moved south with my wife. I really felt close to Warren, even though I’m straight- he’s open and straightforward and sensitive, all the qualities that women love in a guy. Myself, I thought he was a sensitive, supportive guy I could cry on when I had problems of my own. Thus, when (after a substantial period of perusing the Web) I developed an over-powering need to get not merely bound but mummified (I suppose that’s kind of an extreme fringe of D&s), it was only natural that I turned to Warren. As I hoped, he said he was ‘vaguely knowledgeable’ on the subject and was amenable to helping me try it out. I arranged for a weekend visit to his place in the East Bay. I took CalTrain and BART up and he picked me up when I rolled in late on Saturday afternoon.

Bob on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Hiding Place

A Beginner's Mummification