San diego gay beach

This past summer, while I was taking age to travel and visit friends all across the territory, I ended up in San Diego for Pride weekend. While I was there, I saw San Diego’s astonishing Pride Parade for the first period ever, had loads of fun partying in the San Diego Zoo overdue at night, was able to spot Kesha perform at Balboa Park, and most importantly I was swept up into an intense and passionate intimacy with a young man which led to me changing my plans and calling SoCal home for a few months. Our tryst ended as heavily and passionately as it began, and I shortly made my way to Key West to originate my new adventures here.
Though my time with this boy reaffirmed my belief that every moment can be beautiful, and you should never discontinue letting your breath be taken away by the planet around you. We went on many adventures in the short time we were together, and I’ll never unlearn the moments that we shared.
Many of these moments were burned into our memory at Black’s Beach, and it made me think about how many other experience changing moments I’ve had at other beaches. SoCal is beach culture, it’s ingrained in the way people who live ther

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