Come on, little baby
Let me take you out of your mind
Little Choosey Susie
There’s no reason to fall behind
You and me
We’re gonna be free
We’re gonna make love
Until we’re weak
Yeah, believe you me
Choosey Susie!
There’s an awful lot of stuff
And there is more that we don’t see
Little Choosey Susie
Help me find eternity
You and me
We’re gonna be free
We’re gonna make love
Until you weep
Yeah, take it from me
You go away
When the night is young
If only you could stay
Then, we could have some fun
Stay out all night long!
Come on, little baby
Let me take you out of your mind
Little Choosey Susie
There’s no reason to fall behind
You and me
We’re gonna be free
We’re gonna make love
Until we bleed
Yeah, believe you me
Choosey Susie!
You better believe me, now
Or forever hold your peace
After this
There’s no turning back
Do you remember
What happened
The last time?
You do?!
The Stranglers Choosey Suzie Rattus Norvegicus (1977)
‘Nacho Vidal, taking a break on Formentera… told local paper the Diario de Ibiza that in his seven years working in the USA’s porno film industry he’d only had time to go out and party 4 times — less fun than he’d had in North Africa during his 18 months in the Spanish Foreign Legion.’ Spotlight on Ibiza Ibiza’s Great Big Celebrity August 'Stephen' Aug 12, 2009
Time: ‘Merienda,’ Spanish tea time. Scene: inside the blue-tiled-and-painted ‘cuarto para caballeros’ at ‘Blue Bar’ on the Platja de Migjorn in Formentera. The sound of old Italian pop music playing in the adjoining bar filters in through the door (‘Banana Republic’ by Lucio Dalla and Francesco di Gregori).
A tall, athletic young man, ‘el niño bien,’ even though he’s very casually attired in a pair of board shorts, hanging halfway off his hips, a muscle shirt and flip-flops, is standing at a blue porcelain urinal, taking a piss. Another man, older, also casually but more elegantly dressed in linen trousers, a silk shirt open halfway down his chest and handmade loafers (no socks), enters quietly and stands next to the young man.
‘¡Oiga, hijo! ¡Vosotros tenéis una verga muy grande!’
‘¿Què diu, senyor? ¡Quina cosa dir! És molt amable. ¿Realment li agrada? ¿N’està segur? ¿De veres? ¿Qui és vostè, senyor?’
‘Sí, molt, noi. ¿Parla català? Som Nacho Vidal. ¿Mai ha tingut notícies de mi? ¿D'on és vostè? ¿És formenterer?’
‘¡Amb molt de gust, senyor Vidal! ¡Desde luego, he oído de usted desde Sitio web de la LPSG! Estoy uno socio. Mi tía me enseña catalán. Tan, parlo un poc català. Som norteamericano, anglès/irlandès. Vinc de Baltimore. Sóc estudiant en collegi. Visc a fora vila, norte de la ciutat… ¿M’entén? ¿Entesos?’
‘¡De res, noi! Sí, és clar. Tot va bé. ¿Jamás le ha dicho cualquiera que usted podría estar en la pornografía?’
‘¡Huy! ¡No diga que a mi madre! ¡Me voy a dar a la mala vida!’
Well, that never happened, of course. I just had too much of my ‘Tia’ Jane’s excellent sangría ‘al dinar’ and dreamt in Spanish and Catalán during siesta, upside-down question marks and exclamation points dancing in my head. Incidentally, she makes hers with Rioja from the CUNE cooperative (my dad, the wine and social justice expert, would approve) and fresh fruit, of course, but she adds a scoop of cherries that have soaked in Cointreau (really meant for Cherries Jubilee). That gives her sangría a little extra kick. (Ever the bartender manqué!)
¡Hola! ¿Cómo estáis, mis amigos? ¿Qué crees? Guess what? I’ve been fucking girls this summer. That’s right, 80% Gay me, is turning hetero (maybe, a little). I don’t know how it happened, or exactly when, but girls who used to put me off with their smugness about the would-be superiority of their gender, and to turn me off with their hysterically fearful reactions to my size, suddenly have taken to the idea of my fucking them. Now, I finally can relax enough around them to expose myself in all my rampant glory and not feel either they’re repulsed by my randiness or I’m going to hurt them. ¡El progrés!
I’ve also been sleeping more during siesta since sailing conditions for both windsurfing and catamarans, which I otherwise would be doing then, are not quite what I expected because I misread (from Dyslexia, or more likely wishful thinking) reports like the following: ‘In early and late summer, the South wind (Scirroco) can pick up to a good force 4 once a week, and the West wind (Mistral) sometimes comes howling in at force 6.’ The operative word in all that is ‘late’ summer, and summer doesn’t end until September 22, another month away.
It’s only a minor disappointment because the weather’s been absolutely beautiful every day. So, I’ve been tacking from starboard to port as hard as I can in conditions that for two weeks straight have stayed at ‘a light chop’ with waves about 1m and easterly winds that seldom top 10 mph. It’s hard work, trying to stay upright and afloat on a long board, while yanking hard on the mast and boom lines, just to maintain a little forward momentum and not luft the sail because there’s no wind, but at least I’ve been getting a good, full-body workout.
After a couple of hours, though, I’m ready to hang out at a bar, watch the sunset and drink, just like the natives. They have a saying ‘en español’ that’s undoubtedly more about loafing, drinking and having sex than it is about windsurfing, but it goes like this: ‘¡Me gusta jagar cuando hay viento!’ (‘I like to play when the wind blows!’)
There are a lot of Italians at our end of the Migjorn beaches, and some really hot guys and girls around my age, and since nudity is not only permitted, but the norm on all the Formentera beaches (and most on Ibiza), I’ve been walking around naked (just until I can get my shorts to dry) and getting a lot of… interest. It’s fun to get called over to someone’s beach towel, squat in the nude to chat with them and watch to see if they can maintain eye contact. I can’t do that on the beach back home (not legally anyway).
I met one couple that way and had not only my second guy/girl three-way of the summer, but also of my life! They’re both blond and beautiful. Carlo’s a muscular jock with a ‘trasero chulo’ who goes to the uni in Trento; Alma’s his equally cute, fit girlfriend who works in the hospital. He had his ever present soccer ball with him on the beach, so we kicked it around, barefoot and bareass, bouncing the ball on our thighs and passing it back and forth with our feet, while Alma made rude, funny comments from the blanket. ¡Viva el fútbol!
All that bouncing had a predictable effect, and Carlo and I had trouble getting our shorts back on, so we could go have pizza together, before heading back to their room at the ‘hostal’ for some banging, but ‘necesariamente tranquila,’ siesta sex. Even so, people still complained, and someone from the front desk called to tell us to keep it down.
At one point, I was on my knees on the bed, holding Alma up by my hands on her ass, her hands on my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my back, as I manually fucked her up and down on my cock, while kissing and licking her neck and tits. Carlo meanwhile had one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, the other pulling on my balls, while he licked all around both Alma's pussy and my cock, where it entered his girlfriend. We were all making noises (especially Alma).
Until I joined LPSG, I had never heard of certain kinds of three-way sex (like the whole, depressing ‘cuckold’ scene), but since I’ve been in two three-ways, where one half of a couple watches me as I fuck the other, I have to say, as long as it gives them pleasure both to let me fuck them and to watch me fuck them, I can rock it! Maybe experience finally has taught me when a girl screams in a certain way, I don’t have to be alarmed, and I know how to fuck guys, but I think I’ve become a defter, more responsive lover to both guys and girls this summer.
Well, I’m totally out of space if not spaced out, and I wanted to tell you about the 20th anniversary party at ‘space’ (the club), but that will have to wait. ¡Salutos, els meus amics i amigues! ¡Fins aviat! ¡Fins desprès!
Let me take you out of your mind
Little Choosey Susie
There’s no reason to fall behind
You and me
We’re gonna be free
We’re gonna make love
Until we’re weak
Yeah, believe you me
Choosey Susie!
There’s an awful lot of stuff
And there is more that we don’t see
Little Choosey Susie
Help me find eternity
You and me
We’re gonna be free
We’re gonna make love
Until you weep
Yeah, take it from me
You go away
When the night is young
If only you could stay
Then, we could have some fun
Stay out all night long!
Come on, little baby
Let me take you out of your mind
Little Choosey Susie
There’s no reason to fall behind
You and me
We’re gonna be free
We’re gonna make love
Until we bleed
Yeah, believe you me
Choosey Susie!
You better believe me, now
Or forever hold your peace
After this
There’s no turning back
Do you remember
What happened
The last time?
You do?!
The Stranglers Choosey Suzie Rattus Norvegicus (1977)
‘Nacho Vidal, taking a break on Formentera… told local paper the Diario de Ibiza that in his seven years working in the USA’s porno film industry he’d only had time to go out and party 4 times — less fun than he’d had in North Africa during his 18 months in the Spanish Foreign Legion.’ Spotlight on Ibiza Ibiza’s Great Big Celebrity August 'Stephen' Aug 12, 2009
Time: ‘Merienda,’ Spanish tea time. Scene: inside the blue-tiled-and-painted ‘cuarto para caballeros’ at ‘Blue Bar’ on the Platja de Migjorn in Formentera. The sound of old Italian pop music playing in the adjoining bar filters in through the door (‘Banana Republic’ by Lucio Dalla and Francesco di Gregori).
A tall, athletic young man, ‘el niño bien,’ even though he’s very casually attired in a pair of board shorts, hanging halfway off his hips, a muscle shirt and flip-flops, is standing at a blue porcelain urinal, taking a piss. Another man, older, also casually but more elegantly dressed in linen trousers, a silk shirt open halfway down his chest and handmade loafers (no socks), enters quietly and stands next to the young man.
‘¡Oiga, hijo! ¡Vosotros tenéis una verga muy grande!’
‘¿Què diu, senyor? ¡Quina cosa dir! És molt amable. ¿Realment li agrada? ¿N’està segur? ¿De veres? ¿Qui és vostè, senyor?’
‘Sí, molt, noi. ¿Parla català? Som Nacho Vidal. ¿Mai ha tingut notícies de mi? ¿D'on és vostè? ¿És formenterer?’
‘¡Amb molt de gust, senyor Vidal! ¡Desde luego, he oído de usted desde Sitio web de la LPSG! Estoy uno socio. Mi tía me enseña catalán. Tan, parlo un poc català. Som norteamericano, anglès/irlandès. Vinc de Baltimore. Sóc estudiant en collegi. Visc a fora vila, norte de la ciutat… ¿M’entén? ¿Entesos?’
‘¡De res, noi! Sí, és clar. Tot va bé. ¿Jamás le ha dicho cualquiera que usted podría estar en la pornografía?’
‘¡Huy! ¡No diga que a mi madre! ¡Me voy a dar a la mala vida!’
Well, that never happened, of course. I just had too much of my ‘Tia’ Jane’s excellent sangría ‘al dinar’ and dreamt in Spanish and Catalán during siesta, upside-down question marks and exclamation points dancing in my head. Incidentally, she makes hers with Rioja from the CUNE cooperative (my dad, the wine and social justice expert, would approve) and fresh fruit, of course, but she adds a scoop of cherries that have soaked in Cointreau (really meant for Cherries Jubilee). That gives her sangría a little extra kick. (Ever the bartender manqué!)
¡Hola! ¿Cómo estáis, mis amigos? ¿Qué crees? Guess what? I’ve been fucking girls this summer. That’s right, 80% Gay me, is turning hetero (maybe, a little). I don’t know how it happened, or exactly when, but girls who used to put me off with their smugness about the would-be superiority of their gender, and to turn me off with their hysterically fearful reactions to my size, suddenly have taken to the idea of my fucking them. Now, I finally can relax enough around them to expose myself in all my rampant glory and not feel either they’re repulsed by my randiness or I’m going to hurt them. ¡El progrés!
I’ve also been sleeping more during siesta since sailing conditions for both windsurfing and catamarans, which I otherwise would be doing then, are not quite what I expected because I misread (from Dyslexia, or more likely wishful thinking) reports like the following: ‘In early and late summer, the South wind (Scirroco) can pick up to a good force 4 once a week, and the West wind (Mistral) sometimes comes howling in at force 6.’ The operative word in all that is ‘late’ summer, and summer doesn’t end until September 22, another month away.
It’s only a minor disappointment because the weather’s been absolutely beautiful every day. So, I’ve been tacking from starboard to port as hard as I can in conditions that for two weeks straight have stayed at ‘a light chop’ with waves about 1m and easterly winds that seldom top 10 mph. It’s hard work, trying to stay upright and afloat on a long board, while yanking hard on the mast and boom lines, just to maintain a little forward momentum and not luft the sail because there’s no wind, but at least I’ve been getting a good, full-body workout.
After a couple of hours, though, I’m ready to hang out at a bar, watch the sunset and drink, just like the natives. They have a saying ‘en español’ that’s undoubtedly more about loafing, drinking and having sex than it is about windsurfing, but it goes like this: ‘¡Me gusta jagar cuando hay viento!’ (‘I like to play when the wind blows!’)
There are a lot of Italians at our end of the Migjorn beaches, and some really hot guys and girls around my age, and since nudity is not only permitted, but the norm on all the Formentera beaches (and most on Ibiza), I’ve been walking around naked (just until I can get my shorts to dry) and getting a lot of… interest. It’s fun to get called over to someone’s beach towel, squat in the nude to chat with them and watch to see if they can maintain eye contact. I can’t do that on the beach back home (not legally anyway).
I met one couple that way and had not only my second guy/girl three-way of the summer, but also of my life! They’re both blond and beautiful. Carlo’s a muscular jock with a ‘trasero chulo’ who goes to the uni in Trento; Alma’s his equally cute, fit girlfriend who works in the hospital. He had his ever present soccer ball with him on the beach, so we kicked it around, barefoot and bareass, bouncing the ball on our thighs and passing it back and forth with our feet, while Alma made rude, funny comments from the blanket. ¡Viva el fútbol!
All that bouncing had a predictable effect, and Carlo and I had trouble getting our shorts back on, so we could go have pizza together, before heading back to their room at the ‘hostal’ for some banging, but ‘necesariamente tranquila,’ siesta sex. Even so, people still complained, and someone from the front desk called to tell us to keep it down.
At one point, I was on my knees on the bed, holding Alma up by my hands on her ass, her hands on my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my back, as I manually fucked her up and down on my cock, while kissing and licking her neck and tits. Carlo meanwhile had one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, the other pulling on my balls, while he licked all around both Alma's pussy and my cock, where it entered his girlfriend. We were all making noises (especially Alma).
Until I joined LPSG, I had never heard of certain kinds of three-way sex (like the whole, depressing ‘cuckold’ scene), but since I’ve been in two three-ways, where one half of a couple watches me as I fuck the other, I have to say, as long as it gives them pleasure both to let me fuck them and to watch me fuck them, I can rock it! Maybe experience finally has taught me when a girl screams in a certain way, I don’t have to be alarmed, and I know how to fuck guys, but I think I’ve become a defter, more responsive lover to both guys and girls this summer.
Well, I’m totally out of space if not spaced out, and I wanted to tell you about the 20th anniversary party at ‘space’ (the club), but that will have to wait. ¡Salutos, els meus amics i amigues! ¡Fins aviat! ¡Fins desprès!
