Summer arrived late this year in the Northwest, and even later at the wonderful Rooster Rock. What makes it wonderful, you ask? We answer–
- Rooster Rock is a state park with a clothing optional beach taking up most half of its shoreline.
- Having sex here is as natural, and as common, as going for a swim.
- The scenery is stunning.
- When the river level is low, the water warms up.
- Oh, and it’s named for the monolithic rock towering over its west end that much more resembles a massive erection than a male chicken.
The problem this year is the water level. The late winter and heavy snows have kept the water high, which limits the amount of beach space and prevents the water from warming. Plus, the paths through the woods from the parking lot are mucky, muddy muddles. To avoid them, you must walk half an hour and double back to the beach or content yourself with a place on the shaded, grassy bluff (the grass being up to 7 feet tall…).
There’s always the option of carnal pleasures among the shrubs, though maybe not with the person you had in mind. The river and the sun, though, have a way of making the men at Rooster Rock quite randy. Go with that in mind and cock in hand.
Here are directions to Rooster Rock.
Follow up on the basic Sauvie Island report — Visited Saturday, June 29th. Record setting temperature of 100 degrees that day.
Which made the gay nude beach crowded, which means the same scene as usual, only thick with bodies. Big, drunk lesbians at the south end, a mix of middle-aged and twinks at the north end.
Dialog — “Hey, do you have any juice or something? This vodka is harsh.”
“I’ve got Gatorade.”
Definitely a scene. Since it is also considered the “gay beach” in addition to the “nude gay beach,” lots of guys stayed in their bathing suits or underwear. At Rooster Rock, no one does bothers with such lame, and vain, formalities.
But, with all the late rain this year, and the snow runoff, reports say Rooster Rock is a swampy mess enveloped in mosquitoes. Give it another two weeks before venturing there. The mosquitoes are bad at Collins Beach on Sauvie Island, also, but only as you make your way through the woods between the parking lot and the sand. Voracious, but not as bad as Rooster Rock.
Nothing excites people in Portland like the sun…and nothing arouses the gay men more than the prospect of baring it all at one of the local nude beaches. As soon as warmer weather arrives (which occurred very late this year), you overhear men asking, “Have you been to Sauvie yet?” The localism is often “Sauvies” but the same destination is meant–the gay nude beach on Sauvie Island. Continue reading
The Eagle North Portland is typical of gay bars in Portland in many ways–no windows, dismal decor and a pack of regulars, each one on his third or fourth liver.
The main differences between this dive on Lombard and the other bars are that smoking is prohibited, the music is (currently) good and sex on the premises is welcome.
Not only is smoking considered a right in Oregon, you’re looked at with suspicion if you don’t smoke. Of course, studies show the more educated a population is, the less likely it is to smoke…you draw the conclusion. Continue reading
Steam Portland is the only bathhouse still standing. It’s a very nice bathhouse, with a modern design — sliding doors on each room, an open shower area, a cold shower in the sauna, porn showing on the wall above the jacuzzi, and a big deck on the roof for sunny days and warm nights. Very European.
If only the same could be said of the customers. Too often, it’s a collection of retirement home refugees who can’t get it up but expect you to for them. The constant shuffling of feet down the hallways is anything but arousing. And the bottomless looks of desperate hunger…shudder. Continue reading