First and foremost, I should point out what a great time I had at Bear Pride. Even after a bit of “room drama” that went on prior to the event, it didn’t effect my enjoyment in any way. I definitely think that I’ll have an easy time deciding who I’m going to room with next year, as for the most part – we respected each other enough to go without any “real” incidents. Bravo to us. And also bravo to my Sex Butler.

Now, I’ll just say this right now – if you don’t want to know about my personal sex life, you should probably stop reading now. I imagine that for the most part that would be limited to some of my straight friends who have “stuck with it” thus far, but regardless – I warn all.

So, during one of the few physical “interactions” that I had while in Chicago, we went back to my room to find one of the room-mates laying in bed watching a video on his tablet. We were going to leave, but the offer was made that we could go about our business if we didn’t mind him watching. Fast forward to bodies writhing around on a bed. So, towards the end of the play, my guest asked if I had any lube. Before you know it – I’m being handed lube. Then, my happy voyeuristic helper disappears into the bathroom. When he returns he’s got a towel with him (half of it damp) for the purpose of cleanup. For some reason, when I told that story, everyone asked if it was warm water or cold… Like that even had to be asked!

Sex Butler knows his way around the bedroom and knows the needs of men.

So, a couple days later, I’m told in the lobby that everything is all set if I need the room later for anything. When I get upstairs – this is what I see on the bed:

An assortment of lube and condoms, along with a towel. Oh, and the little circle on their was one of the glass-toppers that had “Sex Butler Tray” written inside it.

Like I said – I had me some awesome room-mates.

And last but not least – I’m coughing and my throat hurts. Kennel cough, I believe, is officially upon me.