A prayer of thanksgiving

I still have two more camp days to get through, but I just have to pause for a moment of reflection.

I've always had good job karma. When I freelanced and hit a dry spell, just about the time I would start to panic, I'd get a call or an email from a friend or former co-worker or a headhunter and I'm back in business.

I got laid off a couple of weeks ago from one of those big, bad banks that's been all over the news, causing irreparable damage to the world's economy. It's a very good thing. I hated my job. I wanted to quit. I missed working for myself. Now, I'm out of there, but with three months severance (including benefits), two weeks vacation pay and unemployment. A day after the aftermath, I was getting emails from people asking if I was available for freelance.

See? Good work karma.

I think I have good sex karma, too. I was going through a bit of a dry spell after Ben and I broke up. Well, we didn't so much as break up as he just stopped returning my e-mails. I was in no hurry to find a replacement for my regular Friday night / Saturday morning lay. I was sick of looking on-line for one-night stands. I was tired of the whole interview process of dating. I was really tired of all those fantastic first and second dates that never went anywhere. I was sick of the guys who are perfect on paper and all wrong in reality.

I was just plain sick and tired of the hunt.

I've had my dry spells. I've had dry spells that lasted for years. Now, if a month goes by without some contact with a penis, I start to panic a little. I start considering craigslist and calling up former flings that should never be called upon again. But just when I start to panic a little, I get a call or an e-mail from a new friend or a former lover or a perfectly good one-night stand that just got stalled. And just like that, I'm back in business.

Good sex karma.

My last day at camp, I got two e-mails within minutes from each other: one from Liam, who I haven't seen in maybe 2 years and another from this gentleman (we made a date for this Thursday). 5 days later I'm laying on a table while one hot girl rubs me with fire (more on her later) and another fists me while a few more punch me up. Last night I had the pleasure of one of the roughest fucks by one of the sweetest guys I've ever had the pleasure of making my neighbors uncomfortable with. I love it when all of the bedding, I mean including the mattress pad, gets ripped off the bed.

Boy, do I like nice people who know how to fuck mean. There will be more to come with this one, that's for damn sure.

Do not misjudge me. I am not about to get cocky. Both my work and sex loads tend to be seasonal and I know this is probably not going to last. Probably. I'm just saying, if there is a patron saint of awesome, crazy monkey sex, I would like to know who it is so I can light a candle in thanks, that's all.

(and I just got a voice mail from a friend about another freelance job)