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Pop Op: Letting go

Getting Lost
So last weekend I finally got Lost. No, I am not talking about bad directions around LA. I am talking about understanding what Lost was about!

Didn’t watch it? Too bad.

I am a diehard fan and I have figured out a way to turn the finale into a column. Run with me here, because like the show, there is big leap in logic coming up. In the end, a big theme of the show was letting go … and it inspired me to write a column … but since that topic wasn’t sexy enough I thought to myself what should we let go of?

Then it came to me: sometimes don’t we need to let go of our inhibitions?

What a surprise
My boyfriend is the best boyfriend in the world. Yeah, I said it. Even though he is not a fan of Mexico he decided to surprise me by coming to Puerto Vallarta when I was on vacation there earlier this month. Of course I figured out what he was up to about three days in advance … and realizing I hadn’t packed my bags with the consideration that I would be getting lucky I was on the hunt for the “supplies” that we needed.

Needless to say my friend Jenni, who I was traveling with, got a crash course in gay sex supplies. In the end I wasn’t getting lucky finding his favorite lube (Gun Oil) and poppers…

Nick was making fun of my email to him, imploring him to pack these things in his bags, while we enjoyed some Sangria on the patio of our condo, Casa Soltar. I insisted that they were more for his benefit than mine and my friend Jenni couldn’t help but ask “What the hell are poppers?”

After a brief tutorial on them and a sampling more as a joke than anything Jenni exclaimed “Whoa! What the hell are these things and why don’t straight people know about them?”

Neighborhood Watch
“Oh my god this weekend I got a BJ on my balcony,” my friend Hunter told me as we walked across the lot for lunch last week. “It was beautiful outside and I kinda like that there’s a chance that I might get caught, even though only one neighbor can see into my balcony.”

My obvious question for him was, “Is your neighbor hot?”

“Smokin’ hot,” Hunter explained. “But I think he’s kinda conservative. I got railed out there once and I think he saw. Ever since then, he kinda gives me dirty looks when I see him around the building.”

I was speechless but Hunter proudly added, “I was getting railed - bent over the rail! Get it?”

Age Appropriate
Because my friends Alex and Will are just as geeky as I am, they drove up from San Diego to spend a the weekend in LA and more specifically to go to a Lost finale party at The Orpheum Theater with about 2,000 other fans of the show (and Michael Emerson, aka Ben who wasn’t creepy at all but was completely hysterical).

We made the most of the weekend by dragging our friend Marcellas out of the house - even though he was in day 7 (and 15 pounds leaner) of The Master Cleanse - to see a screening on the Fox lot of the super violent and totally hysterical comic book movie Kick Ass.

“That was too violent for me,” Marcellas protested as we were leaving the theater. He was probably happy he saw the movie on an empty stomach.

“I don’t need to see a little girl talking like that and hacking off people’s body parts!”

I smiled and noted, “As far as I am concerned, nothing makes me happier than seeing little kids talking like that and doing those things. It kinda gives me hope for the future.”

Warming up
Because Alex and Will were in town, I missed out on front row seats and backstage passes to see the Glee Live concert. It’s not shocking that my friend Hunter - who is known as much for his hook-ups as he is for getting hooked up because he works for a big time agent - scored the tickers.

According to Hunter he was screaming louder than the tween girls sitting on either side of him, but when it came time to go backstage he was able to maintain his composure around the cast.

“The concert was great, but it was at the Universal Amphitheater so it was cold!” Hunter said, referring to the unseasonably chilly weather we were having in May.

“Everyone was bombarding the cast back there, but people were leaving Ryan Murphy - the guy who created the freaking show - alone. I would have blown him just to get close to someone and warm up!”

Letting it all hang out
So here’s the thing… I think we get way too wrapped up in what we should or shouldn’t say in public. What we should or shouldn’t do behind closed doors or on the balcony as the case may be.

Sometimes we need to turn our little internal censors off (I think we are all mature enough to know when something is inappropriate). Now I am not calling for us to march out in the streets and go crazy; but I do think there is something to be said about being able to warm up to who you really are. Otherwise, you might end up as some sort of fractured person like that George Rekers who was teaching gays to become straight while he was hiring escorts off of Rent Boy to take to Europe.

See, this column isn’t all about being slutty and dirty. It’s about letting go of inhibitions and hang ups or things that keep us from seeing all the sides of who we are. In the end we have to do that so that we can get lost in who we are.

Travis D. Bone is a Los Angeles based writer and a graduate of the University of California at San Diego. After spending 13 years in San Diego where his journalism efforts earned him a San Diego Press Club award he took his chances on moving to Los Angeles to become a television writer. Now he’s working in finance for a studio, so that didn’t turn out quite the way he expected. On the upside he’s still writing, still single and still living it up splitting time between Los Angeles and San Diego. In short he’s got a lot of stories to tell.