Matthew Rush, Francesco, Orlando and Damien.
"I'm single now," Berke said. "I've lost my comfort zone with a girlfriend."
Barry was sitting beside him with a big smile on his face.
I was thinking to myself, "a meeting of the titans." Corny, I know, but they're both beefy and hairy and fulfill that high-school-football-player fantasy!
Barry was asked about what kind of tops he likes.
"Definitely more masculine than myself," he replied, looking at Berke. "But he's pretty masculine, so..."
Damien with Matthew Rush.
At around bedtime of the day that Mr. Butterfly headed back for camp. Yuri, still comatose, was looking pale. Volchuk and I were worried about him, but what could we do? He wouldn’t take any water yet, as he was still unconscious, but he wasn’t feverish. He was stable and resting comfortably from what we could tell. So we did nothing.
We decided to curl up together on the floor of the yurt on some furs and try to get some shut eye. Volchuk spooned me and we got to talking. “So Volchuk, what does it feel like to have two cocks in you? Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Let me put it this way. The first time you have sex with a man with a really big cock, doesn’t that hurt? For example, your first time with Dr. Siderov, didn’t that hurt?”
I giggled thinking about it, and Volchuk couldn’t see me blush, since he was behind me. “Yeah, but like it hurt so good!”
“Exactly! There is your answer. It hurts so good!” Then he squeezed me tight for emphasis and we had a good laugh together. He really was a good guy and I’m glad that Mr. Butterfly found him.
The next morning I awoke early and felt Volchuk’s enormous erection poking at the middle of my back. Geez, I thought to myself, Mr. Butterfly has had that monster up his butt! But I got up quietly and decided not to check on Yuri, so positive that he was just fine and I was so sure of it that I would go out and tinkle without looking in on him. So I headed to the native camp’s latrine area on tiptoe. When I returned, Volchuk was up and checking on Yuri. “He looks so much better! Come see for yourself!”
I came over and Volchuk was correct. Yuri had his color back and looked like he had just laid down for a nap and could waken any minute! Just then a native woman came in with a cup of fresh steaming meat broth which was a rare commodity in
Volchuk left to make his morning ablutions and returned quickly to help me feed Yuri. “I don’t mean to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what sort of meat do you think this is?” I asked.
“Well I still hear the dogs barking.” We chuckled and Volchuk put Yuri’s head on his lap. I took a large spoon that had been delivered with the broth and began to try to spoon it into Yuri’s lips. Then the most amazing thing happened. Yuri swallowed the first spoonful! Volchuk and I gasped with delight. It was the first sustenance that Yuri had accepted in 24 hours. We quickly fed him the entire cup of broth. Surely he would waken soon!
We had to find other things that he could eat in this semi-comatose state. But what kind of things that existed here could he eat? Maybe there were noodle kind of things that people had. Volchuk went to see if any of these things existed in this town while I waited with Yuri and cleaned him up a bit.
We managed to get him another cup of broth with some seed bread soaked in it and he ate that too. Yuri’s eyes opened to slits around
About a half an hour later, Kirill arrived in town dragging the cart that Mr. Butterfly had borrowed. We were relieved to see him. His face looked care worn though as if he had more than this going on. But seeing him was exactly what I needed and seemed to give Volchuk a boost too.
“How is Yuri doing?” He asked as soon as he was done greeting us.
“He has not yet wakened, but he is much better. Come see for yourself.” I gestured into the yurt where Yuri was resting and Kirill entered with us. “He has managed two cups of broth this morning and his eyes have begun to open.”
“Broth? What meat did they have?” We all laughed at his joke.
Volchuk answered him “Well the dogs are still barking…”
We laughed again. He leaned over Yuri and said in Russian “Brother, it is time to get up!”
And miraculously, Yuri opened his eyes and answered in Russian “Is it morning already? I thought I would sleep in this one time.”
Volchuk exclaimed “He was just waiting for his mother tongue to wake him! Why did I not think of it? I feel so stupid!”
But Kirill just patted Volchuk on the back, and said “You guys did great. You nursed him back to health. Now we will get him ready to hike back to camp.”
I asked Yuri “How do you feel?”
“Really sleepy. I feel like I’ve been on a long journey that lasted for years. How long have I been sleeping?”
“Only two days and we are really glad to have you back with us.”
So I bought the raven spirit image to thank the local gods for bringing Yuri back to us.
A couple of days later, we all hiked back to camp with a now healthy Yuri following us. I couldn't wait to get back to Alexei, and I am sure that Mr. Butterfly was missing Volchuk as well.
A white-naped crane
Didn't someone say let sleeping tigers lie?
A sun bear plays with his food.
A 24 foot (7.3 meter) long reticulated python.
A palas cat takes a bath.
A zebra shark in the big aquarium.
A large Pacific blue tang.
An orange shoulder tang zips on by.
Holly the manatee.
These Humbolt penguins were very shy and that may have been because they were molting or because they had just had chicks in February. Compare them to the ones I photographed cavorting in their pool in Barcelona.
A Temminick's pheasant in the Pheasant's enclosure.
This Himalayan Impeyan Pheasant is shy and doesn't want to show off his colors.
While the golden pheasant struts his stuff all around the enclosure.
It was day, so the flying foxes are sleeping.
But this little fellow opened his eyes to check us out.
The obligatory flamingos shot. These were all the zoo had and they were cramped in a tiny pond.
Bruno Bond, Logan McCree and Cole Streets
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Michelangelo's David
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Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.
This is a card of courage and energy. It represents both the Lion's hot, roaring energy, and the Maiden's steadfast will. The innocent Maiden is unafraid, undaunted, and indomitable. In some cards she opens the lion's mouth, in others she shuts it. Either way, she proves that inner strength is more powerful than raw physical strength. That forces can be controlled and used to score a victory is very close to the message of the Chariot, which might be why, in some decks, it is Justice that is card 8 instead of Strength. With strength you can control not only the situation, but yourself. It is a card about anger and impulse management, about creative answers, leadership and maintaining one's personal honor. It can also stand for a steadfast friend.
