To Shag Or Not

Jug and I visited a friend who just came back from Europe. Voula had some wildly interesting and funny tales from her mostly solitary four month experience overseas. The kind you get when you're living out of a suitcase and following an itinerary that comes from a well-thumbed Lonely Planet guidebook.

But what I found really intriguing were her stories of drunken shenanigans and crazy sexcapades. If only because I'm looking forward to some of my own.

Holiday sex is exciting, let's admit it. It's random, exhilarating and quite often spontaneous. There's something about an unfamiliar setting, a new place, where experiences, and even at the times the people, are yours for the taking. You do things you may not normally do because there isn't that thing that defines you from back home; the identity, the ties. But what if that isn't the case?

Voula recounted the brief time she spent back in her hometown to catch up with long seen family. Despite her initial misgivings and subsequent lapsed into insanity, she ended up having horrible sex with a local. In a loading bay. There wouldn't have been much of a consequence if it weren't for the fact that the local was a boy known to the family. Her cousin's ex. She couldn't wait to get the hell out.

Which is the sobering point to my otherwise hot and sweaty fantasies of tropical sessions. Complications will inevitably ensue from the fact that for most of this trip, I'll be in my hometown, where everybody knows everybody and particularly, where everybody certainly knows my well-connected family. Whilst my folks may know that I am gay, I definitely do not want them knowing anything of my gallivanting and philandering. Grandma would never look at me the same way.

The solution? Maybe my own solitary holiday from the holiday? I wouldn't know where to go. Abstain and go without for the duration? Three months is a long time. Or simply go with the flow and root like a local? Most probably, especially in a place where humidity and heat, the smell of rain, and the lean farmerboys dripping with sweat just screams sexual promise..........

Excuse me, I think it's time for a cold shower.