Minto Bush Camp Report

by Jessica & Anndrew Blair

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We went on a weekend camp at Minto Bush Camp with some other guys and girls from The Gender Centre. The camp is located in bushland overlooking the Georges River near Minto N.S.W. We arrived on the Friday about the same time as Sean Taylor, Andrew and I had an eight bed cabin to ourselves. We brought our own sheets, pillowcases and blankets and we had to find the two cleanest mattresses out of the ten that were there and even they were not really clean.

After we set up our cabins we went for a walk down to the river but we had forgotten to bring our swimmers so most of the people went swimming in the nude but I went in my bra and undies, well I am a lady.

I had my camera with me so there are some good photos of the swimmers. The climb from the river is fairly hard but acceptable and takes about 15 minutes.

We had plenty of time for relaxing enjoying the peace and quiet of the bush but only when the others were not playing loud music??

Andrew and I went bushwalking and looked at rock carvings near the caretaker's cottage. I do not know who is doing the carvings but we think it might be the caretaker.

Friday night we sat around the campfire and talked and then somebody brought out some marshmallows so we put them on sticks and toasted them on the fire. The other campers complained about being bitten by insects so they were putting on insect repellent but I never received on bite all weekend. Andrew sat with the others by the fire, he was catching March flies and being fed marshmallows by a lovely lady.

I wanted to get some really great photos, some with a bit of style but before you knew it I was behind a row of bared bums, my camera clicking as if all by itself. Guess who's got a tattoo on his bum? Someone wasn't wearing panties or undies except I'm too much of a lady to say who!

On Saturday we went down to the river, but this time I had my swimmers although most of the people went skinny-dipping. Sean was the leader of the bare bathers, from our perspective and much to my disgust Andrew dived in his best suit, showing all his spare parts though once he was in the water he looked as he should because the shadows from the trees covered up the forbidden bits. I took some more good photos of the swimmers. It was hot and after the climb from the river we were also hot, so Andrew and I had a shower before lunch and after lunch we were still totally done in so we went to bed.

While we were asleep the other, more intrepid bathers returned to the river once more, where they were met by the lovely lesbian ladies of the Queer Dharma. Now you must visualise this if you are to get the full importance of our story. Our guys and gals were starkers, so I am told, and so, soon were the Dharma though I bet that they didn't know who with what bits were which!

Talking of taking off our clothing, well that night most of us were to don clothes that would transport everyone into our most scandalous fantasies. Let me see? There was Zeus and Aphrodite, the Slaver and his Slave girl, the unknown Lady, the Gipsy and more. Andrew owns to being part of the "and more".

Later on that night, Andrew, two other campers and I were standing around the campfire talking. I heard a noise and then I noticed a mother and baby possum in a tree near the fire. Andrew told us that this was the first time that he had seen a possum in the wild. We were too involved with looking to remember to fetch the camera, after looking at the possum for a while we went to bed.

This weekend was a wonderful time for Gender Centre people to get to know each other and relax, in the Bushland. You wouldn't have known that the metropolis of Campbelltown was nearby unless someone told you. Well, on Sunday when it was time to go home we had to ring one of Andrew's friends to come and pick up and take us home, although Michael lived twenty minutes the other side of Andrew's place, he came and took us home back to the great metropolis and to transgendered dreams of the sun and water and slave-girls in Rome.

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