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		<title>CHAPTER 8 &#8211; THUNDER DICK &amp; RAIN BEAVER</title>
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<h2>CHAPTER EIGHT: One man&#8217;s journey of love findin&#8217;, weekend snaggin&#8217;, heartbreakin&#8217; and gettin&#8217; heartbroken, all while enjoying the powwow trail during one crazy summer.</h2>
<p>Storified by Ryan McMahon &middot; Tue, Jul 31 2012 12:35:20</p>
<div>Walk back 2 the powwow. Hand in hand. The pervy rez dogs slowly walkng behind us. It&#8217;s weird they saw my ass in the air. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Legs still shaking. I feel high. Not acting myself. I&#8217;m so happy. Glenda called me &quot;Thunder Dick.&quot; I guess I did my job. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>If theres a &quot;next time&quot; it&#8217;ll be at my house. I&#8217;m gonna cook her a moose meat dinner. Real old school. Warrior style. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Also, if I&#8217;m &quot;Thunder Dick&quot; does that make her &quot;Lightening Pussy?&quot; Nope. Horrible name. Maybe &quot;Rain Beaver&quot; is better? #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Back to the powwow. Feels like everyone is staring. We hold each others hands tightly. We both feel it. Damn, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Howah, Glenda. Don Smiling Eagle sure looks good in your shirt,&quot; the MC announces. Look down. Look up. Look at her. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Look down. I also have her jeans on. I know they&#8217;re her jeans cuz I reach in the pocket &amp; find her babies soother. Damn. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Gran sees us. Calls us over there. Great. We walk over. Rez dogs following us. As we approach Gran just shakes her head. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;You&#8217;ll have to explain to your 9 yr old nephew what &quot;call me your Thunder Dick,&quot; means, Don,&quot; spits Gran. &quot;Huh,&quot; I ask? #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Apparently my nephew was following me to ask 4 money for a bag of chips. Didn&#8217;t see &#8216;im. He learned a few things today. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Things he learned: a real man will kiss his women AFTER they&#8217;ve gone down on him &amp; if he doesn&#8217;t he&#8217;s an asshole. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Things he learned: when a women says &quot;stay down there &amp; finish the job&quot; you stay down there &amp; finish the job. Or else. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Things he learned: when someone says &quot;spank me&quot; be sure to ask &quot;are you sure&quot; &amp; &quot;where&quot; before you just start smackin&#8217;. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Things he learned: when she says &quot;that&#8217;s it&quot; you say &quot;fuck no it&#8217;s not&quot; and you soldier on. you find a way. dammit. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Things he learned: an accidental finger in the ass isn&#8217;t all bad. i was shocked &amp; surprised. admittedly, not bad tho. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Things he learned: dont have sex in the middle of a field unless ur into a kid and a few rez dogs watching it go down. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Things he learned: a bad euphemism for a womans vagina is &quot;wettest tobacco pouch.&quot; by the way &#8211; i was joking, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>It was shitty that my nephew saw us have sex. It was weird he stayed &amp; watched. It was cool he learned a few things tho. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Sun was setting. Dance contest was over. Singing contest over. That meant &quot;goodbye&quot; was soon to follow. Damn, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>If I say &quot;I&#8217;d love to see you again&quot; would it come off as &quot;I&#8217;d love to be inside, around, below &amp; above you again?&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>We stand at the road. Her car one way, mine the other. &quot;See ya sometime, Thunder Dick,&quot; she smiles. Say somethin, Don. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;You sure will, Rain Beaver,&quot; I frown. Dont want to come off as desperate but I&#8217;m choking on this lump in my throat. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;The lump in my throat says I&#8217;d like to see you soon,&quot; I say. &quot;I HAD a lump in my throat that says the same,&quot; she says. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I ignored the screams &amp; fights of her rotten kids. A look deep in each others eyes. &quot;My mouth + You = HOLY SHIT,&quot; I say. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Yep,&quot; Glenda smiles. She kisses my cheek. I kiss her jaw. Awkwardly. Get a mouth full of hair. &quot;Until again,&quot; she says. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>She walked away. &quot;Get in the goddamn car,&quot; she yelled. Her kids looked like they saw a ghost. They scrambled into place. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Stood there. She drove away. I watched her drive over the hill. Looked around. Those 2 rez dogs lay quietly at my feet. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Should&#8217;ve charged u two fuckrs admission,&quot; I laughed at the dogs. Walk to the car. Gran waiting for the long ride home. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
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		<title>CHAPTER #7 &#8211; BALLS ON CHEEKS</title>
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<p>Storified by Ryan McMahon &middot; Mon, Jul 23 2012 11:50:41</p>
<div>CH#7 &#8211; Walk of shame. Struck out at a Woman&#8217;s Drum Circle. Brand new low. Back 2 camp to pack. I need to get outta here. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Get to my grans camp. Pack my shit. It&#8217;s been fun &#8211; sorta. Time to bounce. Back to the grounds to say bye to Gran. ? #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Hey, my mom&#8217;s boyfriend,&quot; says Glenda&#8217;s boy, Nimkii. &quot;No little man, just a friend,&quot; I say. &quot;You like her,&quot; he says. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Are you going to put a baby inside of her,&quot; he asks. WHAT?!? What the hell do I say to that? &quot;Not on purpose,&quot; I laff. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;She said she liked the coffee you bought her. She said so,&quot; he said while running away. She said that? Damn, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Glenda Old Crow. I STILL want to be your lawn chair. Gotta look for that Haskell jacket in the crowd. She&#8217;s still here. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Looking. Mens Fancy special goin down &#8211; Men&#8217;s Fancy makes women horny. Indian men w/ abs. Big deal. I used to have abs. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Then I see her. She&#8217;s cheering. Loudly. Crowd screaming for a 2nd song. She runs out. Hands water to a dancer. SHIT. NO! #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>The MC asks, &quot;You powwow ppl want another song for these Warriors?&quot; They go nuts. 2nd song coming. Think fast. Damn it. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;The Boyz got next, make &#8216;em dance,&quot; the MC says. Do it. Don Eagle Smile &#8211; fucking do it. I drop my bags. Song starts. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Crowd cheers. I go for it. I hit the arena. Arms, legs, moving to this fancy ruffle song. Glenda Old Crow &#8211; you&#8217;re mine. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>No regalia. Just my tshirt &amp; shorts. I&#8217;m flying. Dancing. I hear cheers. Song break coming. Im dancin for love. Not sex. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>My dick &amp; balls are slapping all over the place, it damn well hurts. I should have worn tighty whities. Damn, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>War whoopin. Ass kickin. Song break comin. Its here. STOP.  GOT IT. I get the stop. Crowd goes nuts. I scream, &quot;GLENDA!&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>One more pushup. I&#8217;m outta gas. Legs seizing up. We lock eyes. She looks confused. She&#8217;s laughing. Tears in her eyes. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Song ends. Crowd crazy. Glenda runs out. I run to her. Legs burning. They weigh 1000 lbs. Take a step &#8211; trip. Seriously. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I get up. Get off the dance floor. Glenda helping me. We&#8217;re laughing. Barely breathing. &quot;You&#8217;re insane,&quot; she laffs. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Time stops. We&#8217;re laughing. Hugging. Nothing else exists. She hands me water. Laughing so hard. HUGGING. Damn, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>When you hug someone you have to decide to bend at the waist (respectful) or GO FOR IT (close hugger, crotch to hip). #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I mix the two. Bend at waist enuff to feel her boobs on my chest, then dip my crotch into her hip &amp; pretend I&#8217;m tired. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Glenda, I want to talk,&quot; I say. &quot;No talking, fuckin kiss me,&quot; she says. We go for it. Like hungry bears on a salmon. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Tongues practically choking each other. So sloppy &amp; slippery, my eyes are being kissed. Hands pulling each others hair. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>We&#8217;re whispering things you&#8217;re not supposed to say at a powwow. I pull back. My bear claw thumb ring caught in her hair. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Shit,&quot; I say. &quot;Ouch fuck,&quot; she says. &quot;Ya, sorry. My thumb ring is tangled up&quot; I explain. &quot;Don&#8217;t tug it Don,&quot; she yells. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>She swears when she&#8217;s mad. I like it. If your Indian Woman doesn&#8217;t swear and threaten violence when she&#8217;s mad &#8211; get out. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>The tangle is out. We stare at each other. Big eyed. Lump in my throat. &quot;Oh my god,&quot; she says, &quot;your cheek? I&#8217;m sorry.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;What?&quot; &quot;I&#8230;gave you a hickey on ur cheek,&quot; she says. &quot;It&#8217;s cool,&quot; I say. &quot;2 of them, they look like balls,&quot; she says. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I take a look in a car mirror. Two round, red/purple, hicky&#8217;s on my cheek. They do in fact look like balls. On my cheek. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Since u put balls on my cheek, can I put balls on ur cheeks,&quot; I joke. &quot;We&#8217;ll see,&quot; Glenda smiles &amp; says, &quot;let&#8217;s walk.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>We cut through a trail. Come to a clearing. The reserve store across the field. You can barely hear the drums from here. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Sit in the long grass. BOOM! Clothes fly. She tackles me. I tackle her back. But gently, ya know. Gotta walk that line. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Stop, I dont have a condom,&quot; I say. &quot;I&#8217;ve got four,&quot; she says. Four! Holy shit! Four? &quot;Can we use them all,&quot; I ask. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;I doubt. Usually Ojibways are only good for two,&quot; she says straight faced. Oh. A challenge huh. I accept. Damn, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>In my head &quot;Welcome to the Jungle&quot; &amp; &quot;Strokin&quot; by Clarence Carter &amp; Tim McGraw&#8217;s &quot;Indian Outlaw&quot; was the sex soundtrack. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Dunno know how long we were in that grass &#8211; 4 condoms later I opened my eyes &amp; there were 2 rez dogs sittin&#8217; &amp; watchin&#8217;. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>We lay there. Lookin up at the clear blue sky. Unsure of what to say. Quiet. &quot;Balls on cheeks &#8211; payed ya back,&quot; I laff.  #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
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		<title>CHAPTER #6 &#8211; THANKS, TREE</title>
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<h2>CHAPTER SIX: One man&#8217;s journey of love findin&#8217;, weekend snaggin&#8217;, heartbreakin&#8217; and gettin&#8217; heartbroken, all while enjoying the powwow trail during one crazy summer.</h2>
<p>Storified by Ryan McMahon &middot; Mon, Jul 16 2012 11:35:28</p>
<div>CH#6 Drum circle. 11 women. Me. Horrible singing. If they sing &quot;The Bear Song&quot; one more time I&#8217;m goin to lose my mind. . #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Arlene hands me her drum. &quot;Sing,&quot; she smiles. &quot;Healing is sharing,&quot; Fiona says. &quot;Sing the AIM song,&quot; Phoenix demands. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;I usually only sing in sweats,&quot; I say. Gotta get out of here. If my bro&#8217;s saw me at a womans drum circle &#8211; it&#8217;d end me. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Real men sing the AIM song when asked,&quot; Phoenix says in disgust. Real men? Damn. NEVER attack an Indian Man&#8217;s manhood. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>All we have is our manhood. Whether we fake it (most of us) OR earned it (a few of us) &#8211; NEVER attack our manhood. AHO. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I grab that drum &amp; start blastin&#8217;&#8230;first pushup, second pushup, third pushup, fourth pushup. Killin&#8217; this AIM song! #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I sang that AIM song like it was Schemitzun 1999 up in here! Open my eyes. Look around. Tears from a few. I KEEP SINGIN. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>They start singin &amp; I&#8217;m singin&#8217;. Voices crackin. Sang that song for an hour. Drum circlin&#8217; the way ONLY white ppl can. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>We&#8217;re done singin. Voices shot. Sweatin. Women huggin. Crying. Healing. Tears of joy. Weird, new age-ee tears of joy. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>They make their way to me. A hug. A thanks. I was there to get laid. Plain &amp; simple. Now they&#8217;re calling me &quot;brother.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Arlene calls everyone quiet. &quot;Today we were touched by a REAL warrior spirit, a true gift.&quot; she says. Everyone stares. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Ur voice touched me today, Don. U know that,&quot; Arlene asks. Was hoping my dick would touch U today, Arlene. U know that? #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Ur voice is your gift,&quot; she continues. I tune out. Another Matrix moment. This time &#8211; the trees turn into powwow dudes. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;So. You came to a Woman&#8217;s Drum Circle to try to get laid,&quot; Tree asks. &quot;Sorta,&quot; I say. &quot;Come w/ me,&quot; he demands. Christ. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Tree picks me up like a rag doll. Through the bush we go. Fast! Up the hill. Across a river. &quot;Stupid, man,&quot; Tree says. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>We stop at a house. &quot;Look in there,&quot; Tree says. &quot;One night stand gone wrong. They hate each other. 5 kids later. NEXT.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Flying again. &quot;I get it, Tree&quot; I say. &quot;Do you,&quot; Tree laughs. Suddenly we stop. Lakeside. &quot;Look in there,&quot; Tree says. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I look in the lake. It&#8217;s like I&#8217;m watching a movie. Drum circle. Women. Me. Songs. &quot;Wanna see the ending,&quot; Tree asks. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>He dunks me under water. I&#8217;m back at the drum circle. Arlene wraps up her speech. Women leave. I stay. Arlene cleans up. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Great circle,&quot; she says. &quot;Ya,&quot; I say. &quot;Must be exhausted,&quot; she asks. &quot;Sorta.&quot; &quot;Me too,&quot; she says. &quot;Nap time,&quot; I say. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Heart pounding. READY TO GO. EARN. YOUR. BUSTLE. In the tent &#8211; look around. This isn&#8217;t a tent. It&#8217;s a powwow bordello. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Sweet grass whip. A BDSM swing with a bear skin rug seat. A moose balls ball gag. A dream catcher choker &amp; chain. WOWZA. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I try to come up for air. Tree holds me down. &quot;Keep watching, it&#8217;s just getting good,&quot; Tree laughs. Arlene ties me up. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>She unlaces a handdrum. Ties me up. Feet. Hands. &quot;Moose balls ball gag,&quot; she smiles. How culturally appropriate. &quot;#PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I&#8217;m in the swing now &#8211; being Bear Clan, I apologize to this bear in my head. I hope I&#8217;m not sitting on this bears face. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>She&#8217;s wearing a piece of white buckskin. Her nipple rings connected to the beadwork w/ bone &amp; sinew. &quot;Ready,&quot; she asks. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>She lights 4 candles. &quot;Sage scented. I keep it sacred,&quot; she says. Glad we&#8217;re making &quot;God&quot; happy during our torture sex. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;You ready to earn your bustle, Don Smiling Eagle,&quot; she asks. &quot;Unggghh hhhuuhhhhh,&quot; I nod. Finally. Magic. Balls on ass! #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>She picks up the wax. &quot;This is for ur little Indian, Don. We&#8217;re going to make a mould for me to keep.&quot; Uh. No we aren&#8217;t. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I shoot up for air. &quot;NOOOO,&quot; I scream. &quot;Oh yes, Don,&quot; Tree laughs. &quot;Watch the ending, it&#8217;s a gooder,&quot; Tree explains. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I look again. My view of the scene has changed now. I see the camp. I see &amp; hear the tent. I see my Gran &amp; mom walking. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Weirdest sex-not sex-sorta sex-mostly terrifying-weird-grabbing &amp; pinching-sex is going on. No clue what is happening. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>We&#8217;re begging each other to stop. To keep going. Swing is rocking. It&#8217;s horrifyingly incredible. The worst &amp; the best. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Then I hear it. &quot;This is her camp here,&quot; my Gran says. &quot;Oh good, hope we aren&#8217;t late for dinner plans,&#8217; my mom says. &quot;#PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Mom. Arlene. Coworkers. Dinner plans. NOOOO. &quot;Weird, her car is here. Where is she? Arlene. You in there,&quot; mom shouts. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Arlene unzips the tent. &quot;Be right out,&quot; she says. &quot;Christ,&quot; my Gran yells. There I sit. Moose balls ball gag in mouth. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Shoot up for air. Vision over. Tree on the ground laughing. &quot;What the&#8230;,&quot; I yell? &quot;Why are u doing this to me,&quot; I ask. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Tree laughs, &quot;Be smart when horny.&quot; He picks me up. We shoot through the bush. Back across the river, over the hill. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Tree drops me back in camp. Everything blurry. Blinking. Look around. Arlene cleaning up. &quot;You tired,&quot; she asks smiling. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I mumble, &quot;I dont want moose balls in my mouth. Ur not getting a mould of my dick &amp; I wont sit on a bears face for you.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Silence. I look at her. She looks at me. Says nothing. Say something, Arlene. Tell me I&#8217;m crazy. Or am I? Thanks, Tree. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
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		<title>CHAPTER 5 &#8211; HAND DRUM CIRCLES</title>
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		<title>CHAPTER #4 &#8211; EARN YOUR BUSTLE</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[[View the story "Powwow Shades Of Grey (CH#4)" on Storify] Powwow Shades Of Grey (CH#4) CHAPTER FOUR: One man&#8217;s journey of love findin&#8217;, weekend snaggin&#8217;, heartbreakin&#8217; and gettin&#8217; heartbroken, all while enjoying the powwow trail during one crazy summer. Storified by Ryan McMahon &#183; Mon, Jul 09 2012 11:23:04 CH#4 If my balls could talk [...]]]></description>
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<div>CH#4 If my balls could talk &#8211; they&#8217;d ask me to fight. Ive had 148 boners this powwow weekend. All for not. Damn, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Turns out Glenda was watching Intervention due to her inability to let go of her ex &#8211; a booze hound &amp; she was in love. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Nothing sexy abt tryin to score after watching Intervention. Time head back 2 powwow. No sex. No Glenda. No backup plan. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;We should go,&quot; I say. Go 2 bathroom. Still horny. Look in mirror. I&#8217;m in my Uncles hotel room tryin 2 get lucky. LOSER. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Still horny. But not really. Note to planet earth &#8211; Intervention isn&#8217;t good background noise for foreplay, sexy times. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>We leave. Long, quiet drive. No one on highway. Perfect for quick road side sex. BUT. Ya know, I-N-T-E-R-V-E-N-T-I-O-N. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Powwow. We say a weird goodbye. Her to her camp. I to mine. Then I remember &#8211; I burned my camp down earlier. To get ass. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>List of things to NEVER do to get a piece of ass &#8211; stab someone, borrow your Uncles room key, burn down your camp. Easy. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Back to Grans camp. Everyone asleep. Fire dying out. Should look for the &#8217;49er but who cares. I throw a log on the fire. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Stare into fire. Cold cup of coffee in hand. Weird day. Collect my thoughts. Stare into fire. Then I hear it &#8211; tent sex. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>It&#8217;s coming from down the road. Sounds like a couple of bears wrestlin, talkin shit. Should I investigate? I should. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Through the bush I go. Smacked with branches. Trippin on rocks. It&#8217;s worth it. I think. Probably not. Damn, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I hear it. Like two, big bears. Gruntin. Most unsexy sex I&#8217;ve ever heard. Not that I&#8217;ve heard alot of other ppls sex. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>They&#8217;re having &quot;The Roundest Dance&quot; in that tent. You can tell they&#8217;re chubby &#8211; they&#8217;re weezin&#8217; &amp; barely able to talk. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Smackin. Slappin. Pinchin. Grabbin. Rollin. Growlin. Lickin. Trippin. Suckin. Slippin. Divin. Drivin. Poundin. Roundin. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I may or may not have masterbated that nite, but lets just say, hearing some of the things I heard &#8211; I&#8217;m not to blame. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Some of the things I heard in that tent that night include, &quot;You&#8217;re going to earn your bustle tonight, Warrior Boy?!?!&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Shit was gettin&#8217; real in that tent &amp; in my pants&#8217;es. An all time low, sittin in a bush, listening to fatty&#8217;s. Oh well. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Some of the things I heard in that tent that night include, &quot;If that&#8217;s all you got I&#8217;ll go find a Chicken Dancer, punk!&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Some of the things I heard in that tent that night include, &quot;I found where you&#8217;re hiding ALL the frybread. Damn girl!&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Some of the things I heard in that tent that night include, &quot;Ur ass is like the Prairies girl, just rollin&#8217; &amp; rollin!&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Some of the things I heard in that tent that night include, &quot;Im gonna make ur spirit helpers say thank u when Im done.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I was done long be 4 they were. Walked back to Grans camp smiling. &quot;Earn your bustle.&quot; I liked that. I liked that alot. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Watchin&#8217; the fire die down in camp. I need killer lines I can use. Pickup lines. Sex lines. Lines that&#8217;ll seal the deal. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I nod off. Dreams. Vivid. Weird. Dreams. I&#8217;m surround by a sea of beautiful, brown women. I try sexy-shit-talkin &#8216;em. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;I&#8217;m a Grass Dancer &#8211; let me dance on ur grass. Unless, you&#8217;ve shaved ur grass, in which case, I&#8217;ll STILL dance on it.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Try on my bone breast plate. Take off your shirt first. I wanna see how it looks on your breasts.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;I want you to smack my ass so loud that every time you do it makes me wanna do the Duck &amp; Dive.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;They call it Grand Entry for a reason.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Slept in my chair that night. I can&#8217;t tell you how long I was there for. I woke up. Sun beating down on me. Camp empty. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Promise of a new day! Day 2 of the powwow. Walked by the &quot;sex camp&quot; from last night. Quiet. I smiled. My dick moved. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Earn ur bustle, I&#8217;ll find a Chicken Dancer, I found ALL the frybread.&quot; How could I tell this story? Coudn&#8217;t. Wouldn&#8217;t. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Day 2 of the powwow was gonna be good. No worries. No cares. Just a smile. And memories. Earn your bustle. LOL. Damn. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
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		<title>CHAPTER #3 &#8211; SHE&#8217;S GOT LEGS</title>
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<p>Storified by Ryan McMahon &middot; Fri, Jul 06 2012 12:38:33</p>
<div>CH.3 Dinner done. She&#8217;s doing a weird thing w/ her mouth. She&#8217;s offering a beej or she has steak stuck in her teeth. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Can I pick the steak outta your teeth w/ my tongue&quot; I imagine myself asking. I don&#8217;t. I joke, &quot;I&#8217;m too full for sex.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Masterbating while full sucks,&quot; Glenda says straight faced. &quot;Lets walk dinner off,&quot; she says standing up. Damn, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Didn&#8217;t plan to leave camp. Tent is ready to rock. Need to get back there ASAP. Need a plan. Twist an ankle? Poke an eye? #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;My tent is on fire, &quot; I yell. Sprint back 2 camp. She doesnt follow. Tent is fine. She didnt follow. Need to burn tent. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Throw log from fire at tent. Damn, Glenda. I smell fire. Smoke. Glenda asks, &quot;What are you doing?&quot; &quot;Firefightin,&quot; I say. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Why&#8217;d you do that,&quot; she laughs. &quot;No, it was&#8230;&quot; I say. &quot;Tsshaah,&quot; she laughs again. &quot;Where we doin it now,&quot; she smirks. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;You one of those rez kids that burns shit 4 attention,&quot; she asks? &quot;NO,&quot; I say, &quot;I wanted to stay in camp.&quot; She smiles. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Be upfront. Say it, Don Eagle Smile. Be a man. Tell her. Doggy style. Upside down, hot yoga poses. Shirts on, of course. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Get courage. Look at her face not her breasts. Say it. Awkward pause. Say it. Spit it out. &quot;Sex is so good. Am I right?&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Ya, it can be,&quot; she says looking away. No interest. None. That&#8217;s it? Can be? I need to tell her how hard I try at it. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Guess we&#8217;ll never know, you burned your tent to the ground,&quot; she smirks. I&#8217;m an idiot. Think fast. Town. Hotel. BOOM. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;We could go to town a get a boob. Room. We could get a room,&quot; I say quickly. &quot;I&#8217;m in, you drive.&quot; Need Gran&#8217;s car keys. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Run back to powwow like a coupla highschool kids. Find Granny. &quot;Need your keys, we&#8217;re going to town for coffee,&quot; I say. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Coffee? That what they call it now? When I was a kid we called it &quot;humping with our pants off,&quot; Gran smirked. So gross. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Tim Hortons,&quot; Glenda says. &quot;A fetish,&quot; Gran quips. &quot;Hope you like ur coffee drk brown &amp; chubby,&quot; I joke. No one laughs. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Got keys. We walk away fast. Wow! YES! Heart races. Trying to keep up 2 her. &quot;Oof, I gotta pee real bad,&quot; she says. Oh. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>30 min. drive. Need music. Only Gran&#8217;s tapes available. Damn. John Denver, CCR or ZZ Top to chose from. She&#8217;s got legs. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Singing. Laughing. Windows down. Hair flyin. &quot;You&#8217;ve got legs, I hope u know how to use them,&quot; I blare loudly. Perfect. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Arrive in town. Hit the first hotel you see. It&#8217;s time. Pull into hotel. &quot;I&#8217;ll get the room, be right back,&quot; I smile. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Full, sorry,&quot; clerk says. &quot;Full,&quot; I blurt. &quot;Is that even possible,&quot; I ask. &quot;Powwow &amp; a wedding,&quot; she says. Damn it. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>We crash wedding. Must know someone there. Gonna fake a flu. Get a room key. BOOM. The perfect plan. We&#8217;re in tshirts. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>We dance. Drink. Laugh. We see my sorta-uncle there. Our family drunk. He&#8217;ll have a room. Time to execute the plan. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Cried when we hunted,&quot; uncle laughs. Glenda laughs. I was a kid. &quot;So sweet,&quot; she says. &quot;A sad little warrior,&quot; he says. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Need ur room key,&quot; I say. &quot;Oh,&quot; he says. &quot;Ya, bad lunch,&quot; I lie. &quot;Gonna hump with ur pants off, huh,&quot; he teases. Damn. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Kiddin,&quot; he laughs. &quot;Powwow food&#8217;ll kill ya.&quot; Hands me the key. Glenda &amp; I look at each other. Whoa. &quot;Thanks,&quot; I say. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Elevator doors close. 1st kiss. Tilt my head left or right? We&#8217;ve got two big NDN noses? Damn noses. So much nose here. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Doors open. 3rd floor. Horrible kiss. So much damn noses. Seriously. Big NDN noses are horrible for kissing. Thanks God. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Room 308. &quot;Gonna freshen up,&quot; Glenda smiles. &quot;Okay,&quot; I say shyly. How does this work? Pants on or off? Bed? Stand up? #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I decide to go underwear off, pants on, shirt on, condom under pillow. She goes pants on, shirt on, bra on. Game on. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Curve ball. She turns on the tv. &quot;Damn, my shows on,&quot; she squeals. &quot;Oh, ya,&quot; I ask? She sits on the bed. I stand there. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>9PM on a Saturday. Season finale of Intervention on. Hotel room. Glenda. Me. No sex. This why they say marriage sucks? #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Condom under the pillow,&quot; I wink. &quot;Right on,&quot; she says. &quot;A ribbed one,&quot; I smile. &quot;Does it taste like ribs,&quot; she asks. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Dying here. Junky on the tv ruining everything. Hate that show. &quot;He should just die,&quot; I smirk. &quot;You asshole,&quot; she yells. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;He&#8217;s a person,&quot; she says. &quot;So am I,&quot; I defend. &quot;I thought u were different,&quot; she says. &quot;I am, so&#8230;different,&quot; I try. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
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		<title>CHAPTER #2 &#8211; THE HASKELL JACKET</title>
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<div>CH. 2 &#8211; Next day. Alone in the tent. Found out her name was Glenda Old Crow. Bad name, good ass. Need food. And Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Two flies humping inside my tent. I contemplate masterbating. Weird. Maybe pancakes &amp; bacon replace morning sex. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Grab phone. Facebook. Search. Glenda Old Crow. There are 4 of them. Search pictures. 100&#8242;s of pics of kids. No Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Friend &#8216;em all. If I find MY Glenda, then good. If not, maybe one of the other 3 will dig me. Gah. Desperate, but horny. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Morning piss, then food. Get to the porta-potty&#8217;s. I hear sex. Really gross porta potty sex. The grossest sex. Christ. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Gotta find my cousin. He owes me $20. Go to his camp. Still sleeping. Look around camp. What is that &#8211; a Haskell jacket? #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>How did this happen? He could he? Glenda. I&#8217;m destroyed. Damn it. First thought &#8211; revenge. Glenda MUST have a sister. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>In shock. I wrote a round-ee for her. &quot;Oh, oh Glenda, I wanna bend ya, Oh, oh Glenda, lets play pretend&#8217;ah, hey eh, oh.&quot; #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I go to the water to offer tobacco. I see her. At the beach. Yellin&#8217; at her kids. Glenda? That you? &quot;Hey, ever,&quot; I yell. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Run 2 cousins camp. Grab Haskell jacket. Run to beach. &quot;Lost your jacket,&quot; I say. &quot;Nah, I didnt,&quot; she says. &quot;Oh,&quot; I say. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;Left it at my cousins,&quot; she tells. Heart sinks. Boner gone. &quot;Cousins,&quot; I ask? She&#8217;s his cousin &amp; he&#8217;s my&#8230;FUCKKKKKKK. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Hand her jacket. All goes black. Cant breath. Back to camp. God damn Indian Country. Why??? Horny old ancestors. NO!?!? #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>In camp. My granny notices I&#8217;m down. &quot;Hey sad boy, get your shit together for Grand Entry.&quot; Tough love from Kookum. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Grandy Entry. I&#8217;m there but not. Lost in thought. Her chair set up across from us. Her frybread thighs winkin&#8217; at me. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I may or may not have just registered #PowwowShadesOfGrey dot com to keep the storify links on. God damn it, another project. LOL.Ryan McMahon</div>
<div>Blisterin hot. Glenda wipes her forehead. Adjusts her snuggy. I picture her thong on her sweaty ass. Kinda gross. Kinda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Flag song over. Prayer over. Everyone can sit down. I watch her sit. Close my eyes. Pretend my face is her lawnchair. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Open my eyes. I&#8217;m the only one standing. Lost in my imagination. GLENDA &#8211; I AM YOUR LAWNCHAIR, YOU JUST DONT KNOW IT. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Did I THINK or SAY &quot;Glenda I am your lawnchair &amp; you just don&#8217;t know it.&quot; Granny stares. &quot;Glenda, huh?&quot; Shit. Busted. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;No way,&quot; I defend. &quot;Pfft,&quot; Granny says, blowin her cig smoke in my face. &quot;We&#8217;re cousins,&quot; I say. &quot;Not even,&quot; Gran says. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>&quot;You&#8217;re not cousins blood way, ceremony way, sure, but not blood way,&quot; Gran says. Damn. Ceremony way. Shit. Boner BACK. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>My stare intensifies. She&#8217;s wearing an Angry Birds tshirt but it&#8217;s cool cuz she&#8217;s a mom and I shop at Wal Mart too. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Need to talk to her. I need pickup lines. &quot;Nice moccassins, wanna fuck,&quot; prolly won&#8217;t work. &quot;Nice hair,&quot; is pretty lame. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>She&#8217;s in line at a taco stand. I am too. &quot;Been waitin to put a Indian Taco in my mouth all day,&quot; I blurt. No one laughs. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>She gets a taco. I, a hotdog. She returns to her seat. I return to mine, eating that hotdog suggestively. It got weird. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Gran says, “stop being slutty with it &amp; just eat it.” “I’m sendin a msg to Glenda,” I retort. “Wrong msg,” Gran says. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Wanna yell, “I hate dicks,” but it’s outta context 4 everyone else. Can’t yell, “I love vagina,” either. Damn, Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I walk to her chair, “I’m buying dinner tonight.” “For who,” she says. “Us,” I say. “Havin another hotdog,” she laughs. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>“I hate dicks,” I say too loudly. “Great,” she says. “I thought you should know that, just, cuz…” “Right,” she says. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>“My camp, 5.30 tonight,” I say. “Word,” she smiles. I walk away. I need to get ready. TENT SEX on the menu tonight! #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Back to camp. Make bed. Cut firewood. Prep potatoes. Slice onions. Marinate steaks. Last thing &#8211; trim pubes. Lake time. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>All I have is a hunting knife and a fork. Hands shaking. Gotta do this. No one is into “1970’s Big Porn Bush,” right? #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I say out loud, “If there is a good you’ll help me trim these pubes with this hunting knife.” Hand stops shaking. Whoa. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>Pubes trimmed. Back to camp. I blow up my air mattress again. Need a fresh shirt. AC/DC or ribbon shirt? Damn,Glenda. #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
<div>I She’ll be here in 10 mins. Our junk will be touching in 20 mins. I ask my spirit helpers for help. It’s goin down! #PowwowShadesOfGreyRyan McMahon</div>
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