Poor Robert (my host in Palm Springs) had to slave away cutting hair all day while I cavorted with porn stars at the Pool Party. READ the details. He got home just before I did to prepare for more guests arriving.

A friend of his in a suit showed up for cocktails. We had some laughs and eventually the subject turned to porn. Suit Guy is around 40, but thinks Jeff Stryker looks like he did 20 years ago, and was really disappointed to learn that we ALL get older, even porn stars. (Do the math, girl!)

Shortly after Suit Guy left, the out of town guests arrived. Anal-retentive Robert was bent out of shape because his friend John arrived with 2 passengers instead of just 1, and the unexpected one was female.

Turns out Robert, John and I all in our late 40′s. John was traveling with his new beau, a faerie boy in his early 20′s who is a circus performer, acrobat, and fire-eater. Sexy and self-confident as hell – even his name, “Eros”, tells you a lot right there. (Did his parents give him that name? Imagine roll-call in grade school, “Eros Kowalski, are you here?”)

Eros and the girl (I’ll call her Briana) travel the country with their circus act that involves fire. They were in Palm Springs to perform at a corporate event, and John has now taken it upon himself to “help” them with their act (whether they want his help or not is unknown at this point).

John is totally enamoured with this young faerie, having just taken him on vacation to Milan, but I suspect somehow it’s not mutual and headed for heartbreak. We’ve seen it all before. The older queen with great expectations sponsoring the artistic wild child that resists being tied down.

Throughout the evening, it’s interesting to note how the “adults” talked about “adult” things and the “kids” were there to amuse us. We expected a fire eating show, but the winds ruined the corporate event earlier, so the professionals declined the invitation to perform by Robert’s pool for safety reasons. John, however, has been trying to teach himself the art of fire eating as a way to further bond with his new boy and took the risk to keep in practice.

As it got later and we got more drunk on vodka and Red Bull, Eors started playing with the digital cameras. Experimental photography generally leads to some sort of nudity, but it was Briana that eventually stripped down and posed naked on Robert’s gorgeous leapard print lounge chair. I felt obligated to photograph her, but I was actually hoping that my photographing her would lead to Eros posing nude, too. (No such luck.)

That boy was working my nerves (in a good way), and oddly enough, not really paying much attention to his “beau”, John. Creamy white skin, black matted hair, tribal tattoos, piercings, trim waist, slim hips. Perfect alterna-Burning Man type faerie boy. Yummy.

As it approached bed time, I was exhausted and set up the couch to sleep. I had already nodded off a couple times, but now suddenly Eros decided it was time to sit right next to me and become “friendly”. Once again I’m caught in a delema where someone else’s boyfriend is flirting with me right under his boyfriend’s nose.

So what are my choices here?
A. Flirt back even though everyone is listening?
B. Do nothing and assume I’ve misinterpreted his actions. (blue balls)
C. Inititiate group sex, knowing full well it’ll be a disaster, especially with three Kinsey 6′s and a female.

I opted for Plan B.