Welcome to the Blog!

Scroll down for the latest posts!

sticky-2-readHowever, before you do:

This blog is for guys who admire other guys who put real effort into their physical development. It is NOT exclusively gay, but hopefully you will be gay-friendly.

tumblr_neimn2tEkV1qffcrao3_500The rules are simple:

  1. Make an effort to improve your own fitness this year (you’re NEVER too old);
  2. Enjoy the pictures (and comment please on what you see, and feel free to ‘FOLLOW’);
  3. Buy a book (preferably, all of them) to support the continuation of the blog!

The books (print and e-versions available) are about finding gay love, developing ourselves as acrobats, starting a family (yeah, I’m a gay dad and enormously proud of my teenage son!!), going on tour, meeting difficulties ‘head-on’ (they become a bit of a thriller as well). sticky-1-readLinks from all posts from September 2014 onwards will lead you to more information and potential purchase – they are in almost every post and either through clicking on images of the covers, or on the separate links when given!! And, as the image on the right clearly shows, you can follow all of these rules at one go…

The blog is essentially G-rated; the books get a little explicit from time to time about gay guys doing what gay guys do – you don’t have to be gay to enjoy them – just be gay-friendly. 

And now, as they used to say on the old TV game shows: “Come on Down!”⇓

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Thoughts from a “Small Island”

…that’s MY “small island” – and, more specifically, England. But they’re not my words – they are those of a guy from near where I am now, in Florida. An ex Apple computers guy turned portrait painter.

Wait – let’s have one of those ‘portraits’ that we customarily enjoy here:


So. This guy, Scott Waters posted on Facebook 150 things he learned during a vacation in England. His post was shared 53,000 times before being taken up by some of the US and UK press. He complains about “narrow stairs, the lack of automatic doors, the width of roads, awful newspapers [rubbish – it is American newspapers that are awful], use of coins rather than banknotes [??] and separate hot and cold taps [that’s faucets to US readers]”. Apparently, “the natives eat with their forks upside down” which we can take to mean that they can distinguish their cutlery from a shovel. “It’s not hard to eat with your fork in your left hand with a little practice.” No, it isn’t – and it is the correct way to do it!

He complains that we Brits misuse lots of words including ‘pants’ – which in my vocabulary are these…


…and NOT what this young bar boy is wearing…


To be fair, I would dress differently for bar training myself!

Mr Waters does have some praise for Little England: beer is served without ice but “in large, completely-filled, actual pint glasses” and signs “are written in full sentences with proper grammar”. “Nearly everyone is better educated than we [Americans] are, and people don’t seem to be afraid of their neighbours.”

What else can I say? Probably nothing. Mr Waters has said quite enough!


The first part...The second part...Cover 3 ThumbSo my books are written in British English, and not published separately with different spellings in the US. I wonder if that was a mistake. They are set mainly in US – indeed, mainly ‘home’ in Tennessee, but you do get to visit UK several times, plus Australia, South Africa, Eastern Europe and Mexico. Hmmm. Maybe leave things as they are for now – a few ‘mis-spellings’ won’t stop your average gay guy enjoying the tales of finding gay love, doing acrobatics professionally and getting in trouble while doing it…

tumblr_nnhvuxUgxT1sm5qj2o1_1280On with other things, then: something to aim for!




Of course, it is not ‘impossible’ to achieve greatness on the rings (or anything else) – you just need to put in the hours with a good trainer.


You do need to be careful in the weight room though – big muscle doesn’t automatically mean skill on the apparatus. Strong muscle, on the other had, combined with flexibility, does.



Including fun as part of your training is also important:

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Yes, the beach is a good arena for a workout with your partner…


Never ignore the basics, either…


I doubt whether much of this would interest Mr Waters. However, what ever works for you… and we can wish everyone the chance to enjoy whatever works for them and to make sure that they enjoy ‘the good life’ – even if their forks are the wrong way up 

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A Little Damp


If you’re not in the USA I suppose that you could be forgiven for not knowing that it has been a bit damp in the south-east! Specifically, South Carolina, which is kind of in between where we are spending our last few days with the circus, and home in Tennessee, had two feet of rain in one day, with resulting landslides, cars washed away and (sad to say) some fatalities. Fortunately, Oak Ridge TN was pretty much out of range of it all whilst here, in eastern Florida, we had just a couple of uncharacteristically wet and windy days. Rather a British feel to it. And it was nothing to do with the hurricane, but with a different ‘low’ system trapped just north of here, apparently.


I don’t really understand weather. Reminds me though of a brilliant exchange in a Tom Stoppard play:

Simon: “You local people really know weather!”

“Know whether what?”

“No, weather!”

For a Czech guy whose first language was not English, his wordplay is brilliant. But, as so often the case, I digress! (‘The Real Inspector Hound’, by the way).

‘For those that like that sort of thing, that’s the sort of thing that they like!Now that’s a quote from The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie’ – we are having an intellectual post here. What I like, and what my equally strange friends and fitness colleagues like, is running in the rain – shirtless. But I seem to have run out of wet shirtless runners pictures, so we have to make do with a boy in a shower:


Or maybe…

cooling off

This is nice, too…

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Wild swimming! Can’t beat it.

Got to beat the pool, although with the right friends… maybe…


Some people take to dampness for other aspects of fitness…


…although if you think that’s a bit of a strange location to practice your ‘box’ splits, why not try the train tracks?


I suppose, so long as you face the direction the trains are coming from, and don’t get a cramp at the last moment… no, not recommended!

A couple more offerings from the world of water: more training…


…a cave…


…a pose at the pool, showing off a great chest and abs…


…and just a great lakeside pose by a great guy…


Us? Well, after next weekend it will be back to skinny-dipping in the Clinch River: we’ll do the rest of our training in a proper gym (or in our home training cabin). In the second case, showering off the sweat will be by the simple method…


…unless, of course, the rains come to Tennessee!

In other news, my fourth book, which features a fictional character based upon the habitually shirtless and barefoot Native American guy who passed through here a while back, has been submitted to a literary agent in London. I’ve never done anything like that before, and probably nothing will come of it, but wish me luck. Meantime, the first three are out there, waiting to be ordered from bookstores or through Amazon which has the e-reader version too. Who knows, you might even like them…

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7


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It’s a Mad Place, America…


I look out over my adopted country and wonder. I live in a place where you can buy a gun in a supermarket, but where (at least in some states) you cannot buy a bottle of beer in the same store. When alcohol was perceived as a problem, they brought in Prohibition and later the highest age for allowing consumption outside of the Muslim world. Guns however are not seen as a problem, except by Obama who wrings his hands on TV each time there is a shootout but is powerless because of Congress. And probably too weak to do anything anyway.

Oregon is thousands of miles away, but I learn that the Sheriff who was the first responder at this week’s school shooting there had previous announced publicly that he would refuse to implement any law on gun control if it were ever enacted.

Previously, I saw some guy on TV saying that ‘the best defense against a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.’ Discuss.

So we live in a land where our kids have to go through metal detectors to get into their schools. Where mass shootings by nutters occur many times each year.

And there was I, only last week, musing on where our long-term future should lie – here in the US or back in the UK! Unfortunately, with family ties and other issues, it’s not the no-brainer which it might seem.

Let’s lose ourselves, after sparing a thought for the recently bereaved, in the brighter side of American youth – the minority (sadly) who engage with the fitness culture.






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chest flex

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Harry 4



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The first part...The second part...


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Half Glasses: A Look into the Future?

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Which half are you? The half-empty half or the half-full half? ‘Depends what’s in it!’ observes Ethan cheekily, but I’m sure you know what I mean.

Mine’s a ‘whisky mac’, by the way. Scotch, of course – not this terrible stuff they brew in Tennessee…

This thought arose during a great debate amongst those of us currently ‘on the road’ with the circus tour about what we want to do with the rest of our lives. The prospect of performing ad infinitum fills the glass for some, but empties it for me (and, I know, for my absent partner Dave, who is back home getting frazzled covering shifts for three absentees at the gymnastics centre). But a lifetime of doing coaching shifts doesn’t exactly thrill us either, even though we get a lot of pleasure out of passing on what we know (or think we know)…


So what next? Kids have 5 years of High School left to do, and Dave and I hardly want to just leave them in US and disappear off to UK (Wales) even though that is an attractive prospect otherwise. We won’t re-locate them to UK for sure, as their mums are Uncle Sam’s through and through and would never survive anywhere else! Kids, of course, would ‘run away and join the circus’ tomorrow, given half a chance. And they’d be a great hit.

The present round of circus stuff comes to end at the end of next week.


Most of us are unwilling to commit to any further contract with this circus despite a lot of pressure to consider coming back in four months’ time when the next round of programme changes is due. Ethan and Jack, however, have never done anything except perform in their lives, and don’t want to stop now but – as I previously reported – they are going to do some travelling next and then decide.

The first part...The second part...Cover 3 ThumbI am thinking about trying to do more writing. The new book, now finished and languishing on my laptop, is very different from these first three, and I am considering carefully what to do with it. After taking advice and listening to the thoughts of one or two who have read it, I have decided to take a plunge and submit it to two agents, one in UK and one in US, rather than direct to a ‘vanity’ publisher. It is wholly set in the US but written by an Englishman in what my American friends regard as idiosyncratic quaint English – ‘WHO SPELLS “TIRES’ WITH A y, FOR GOODNESS SAKE’ – yells one of my friends here – his ‘automobile’s’ ‘tire’ bumps up a ‘curb’ whereas my ‘car’s’ ‘tyre’ bumps up a ‘kerb’… (sigh!)

…so my half-full glass is raised (in hope!) to their professional readers liking what I have done with the imagined story of  Sammy Three Rivers in ‘Let the Future Find Me’. It can be ‘translated’ into American if I have to. And into Serbo-Croat and sixteen other languages if things were to go well… Cheers! Prost! Kampai! Iechyd da!…

And the more I think about it, that new book’s title is probably the answer to the present conundrum. I will share a few extracts here before long, perhaps.

Of course, we shall keep training to keep ourselves fit, because working in acrobatics is fun. It is just the ‘on the road’ bit that we have grown to hate. So it’s back into the ‘sweat room’ as Leo calls it, with the weights, as soon as we return to TN, and we’ll go there on this post right now!








OK lads, that’s enough posing with the weights – lets take a look at some great results ‘in the wild’…









Check him out, dude!

Yes, no way are we going to turn our backs on the enjoyment of keeping our muscles in trim…

…so do please join this band of ‘approaching middle-aged acrobats’ in raising our glasses (containing a healthy drink, obviously) to the toast ‘LET THE FUTURE FIND US!’

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Speedo Day


Today is not an entirely good day. Three out of the seven of us have suddenly developed strange red spotty rashes on our feet (one foot in my case) with no explanation except that fairly obviously our extensive bare-footing in performance, training and around the camp has encountered something noxious. Nothing like this has ever happened to us before… nothing hurts, but it is probably contagious and since balancing on each other feet is part of the show… hmmm.

Second thing is that last night I had a good shot at cutting the end of a finger off with a steak knife. Fortunately not my principal balance arm, but uncomfortable in training and no doubt in the next performance.

My mum always says “things always happen in threes”. I’m just waiting to see what is coming next!

Zach just asked “Are you sure you want to do the broken-glass thing in tonight’s show?” And he’s not joking…

OK. By way of a change, all today’s fit-dude pictures feature Speedos or similar. No particular reason, except to take my mind off spots, cuts, bruises, trips, falls…



The first part...



arm curls

The second part...



intrusive plant

I captioned that picture ‘intrusive plant’ since it gets in the way of admiring the boy’s symmetrical lats development… OK, it’s not just my foot that’s weird… nothing in the way here to spoil Josh’s symmetry…


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Guess we should include just a little bit of acrobatic endeavour…


…wet, even…


Now there’s a thought. Get wet in the act, bit of antiseptic in the water, foot-rot cured. Simples!



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Getting Tough…


Well, that’s one way to show off what you’ve got!

News from home in TN. My son Leo and his friends have formally ‘initiated’ new 14yo openly gay lifter Jude into their ‘gang’… this involves various rituals but (joke alert for UK readers) nothing involving a pig’s head….

…their aim, along with their two UK ‘members’ is to be the fittest, toughest, most physically talented guys on the planet. Oh to be 13/14 again…

As regular readers will be aware, they lift weights daily following carefully managed programmes, run, do acrobatics and gymnastics and Leo, along with Dave’s daughter Jaymee, are very adept as professional acrobats and fakir artists already (the fakir bit coming from their moms but having spread to all of us). Indeed Jaymee has suddenly declared herself a ‘honorary’ boy again – after growing up alongside Leo in a barefoot and mostly shirtless household, and training naked with her mom Karen and her mom’s partner Clare as fire-breathers and whatnot, she went throw a period of not wanting to be seen by the boys in anything less than a demure costume, and avoided their training sessions since they just throw everything off – yes, everything – and get sweaty. Seems it’s ‘all change’ again. At one time, Leo’s best mate Chris had a crush on her, but that evaporated. Who knows what is next up?

But I have a different point. We do get some criticism, for letting the boys train weights alongside their flexibility and balance. Most people would say this is OK – two young wrestlers play-fighting…


…but is this?

andrey kostash and friend

Aged about 8 at the time of the photo, the boy on the right is Andrey Kostash, Ukrainian superkind who has been pushed – driven maybe – by his father to be a contender for ‘world’s strongest boy’, a title previously attributed to Richard Sandrak in the USA who was shamelessly exploited by a fanatical father who later tried to murder his wife but was prevented by intervention from Richard himself. he holds a world record for doing 4000 push-ups in a row – at age 7…

Is a young body really ready for such intense muscle development at that age? My professional instinct tells me NO. Bone growth is rapid, muscle growth comes later. The body is not ready for this:

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Andrey Kostash backalthough I hear that Andrey himself is really proud of what he has. My son’s back (and Chris and Jude’s too) are starting to look like Andrey’s (left), but they are five years + older, going through puberty, and have a balanced training schedule which ensures safe continued development. No acrobat wants huge muscles getting in the way of flexibility – they just want strength.

I trust my son and his excellent friends to be sensible, and we do certainly watch over them closely. By the way, I haven’t forgotten the other present US gang member Ryan – just that he was a bit of a ‘late starter’ owing to some parental difficulties about having a friend with gay parents, and can’t match the others’ development yet – but he’s catching up fast!

2CABB51200000578-0-image-a-11_1443007658948Thanks to Ian in UK for reminding me about Kostash – timely, because being big and tough is in the news there right now, and for the wrong reasons. Another Andrej – slightly different spelling because he is (was) a Slovakian, dropped dead in a supermarket this week in the UK with a burst aorta (major artery) after an intense training session in the gym. We recommend weights every other day for any given muscle group, maximum – he was doing 14 sessions a week of so-called ‘overload’ training with the object of becoming the biggest guy ever. At 7 foot 2 he had a head start, of course, and he had built muscle mass to an astonishing 19 stone weight (266 lb, 121 kilo). The post mortem revealed his heart to be 50% larger than it should have been, built up to pump to a pressure so high that his artery walls finally just gave way. In his apartment, the authorities found that he had been feasting on four different steroid formulations and testosterone…

tumblr_nat8r46gTI1sjy7bgo1_400So the message – for us all – is train sensibly for sensible goals. I promote fitness endlessly on these pages, for all ages, but you have got to do it right for you. The slogan is true, but just don’t exceed your abilities and risk health issues. Like dying.

As for the teen goal of ‘getting tougher’ – well, the Ukrainians and Russians have their ways. Street workouts bare-chested in the snow are common…


…and a dip into a river at -2 Celsius through a hole in the ice and snow is de rigeur


Back in Tennessee, we do river swimming year round, including in the (rare) snow – but the water temperature is always significantly above freezing!


More on our methods (and on our own ‘initiation’ into the dark arts some 15 years ago!) here:

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7

And now, a collection of (hopefully) inspiring pictures promoting sensible levels of training!






That’s from Russia too – a home gym in a small room in a Soviet-style apartment building. Good results so far!



So guys – and any parents of younger kids reading this – fitness should be fun and fitness should be safe. Training with friends is always more fun…


…sign up for the ‘initiation’ if you want to, go skinny-dipping, go shirtless and barefoot in the night and feel the cool grass under your feet and the breeze on your back if you want…


…encourage your sons to do the same (within reason!) – but don’t let them go too far, too soon…

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As Andrey Kostash (now 11, by the way) might say,

“When the going gets tough, the tough get going”

The jury is still out on Andrey. For AndreJ, it is the coroner’s jury.

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Bring and Share…


I overheard a boy in the front row last evening ask his Mom ‘Why aren’t the acrobats wearing any clothes?’ Of course, we were, albeit rather skimpy ‘tangos’. Zach heard the answers – ‘I expect they want to show off their muscles.’ And then, as an afterthought, ‘They do look a bit hot…’

Which is, mainly, the point. Using your body vigorously for six minutes or so makes you very sweaty. You see that in the gym all the time…

sweat after the effort

…although in many public gyms, they insist you keep a top on, which gets soggy and clingy. And you can’t put your body through all the balance positions and whatnot encumbered by a clingy costume, hence we wear as little as possible. And yes, we do like to show off our muscles, I suppose.

So we are always “up close and comfortable” with each other. One position in our present routine has me standing upright, arched back somewhat with Zach in a similar position upside down, his chest resting against mine and the friction of our skin preventing him from sliding down on to his head. That one comes early in the routine, before there’s too much sweat swilling around – we can’t really put gymnastic chalk on our chests!

What we do have on our chests is microbes. I’ve been reading about microbes in my on-line newspaper, and it turns out that several pounds of our bodyweight is ‘other species’ – in fact there are ten times more microbes associated with our bodies than there are cells in our own bodies! Arrgh! Seems we leave a ‘microbiome signature’ wherever we go, whatever (or whoever) we touch.

Well, in our business, mixing with each other’s sweat (and discarded dead skin cells too I guess) goes with the territory! Unlike public gyms, we think nothing of lying back on the weight bench on top of the sweaty trail left by our colleagues – after all, we’re going to add to the puddle straight away…



All that faffing around in public gyms with vests and towels really doesn’t stop the microbial spread… they’re in the air, up your nose…


…and, being a group of gays able to be naked and intimate with one another in all those gay ways, basically we must all have a microbial stew within us and upon us which includes contributions from everyone. Those sneaky licks of beads of sweat, a brush of your face past the armpits…


And as for playtime – well, the body contact when wrestling will account for a few million of the little buggers crossing from one partner to the other…

backyard wrestling

…even more scope when naked…

naked wrestle in oil

…especially when you bring the feet into play – a whole new population of microbes to share there…


…in your face?


The first part...Cover 3 ThumbThe second part...Call me weird, but I love to be in that sort of position. Especially with my lovely partner Dave or one of the other boys we’re close to. In fact, all of this stuff must seem pretty weird to some. Trying to make a living by balancing on one another and tumbling around? Getting naked to lift weights? The gay love stories and liaisons? It’s all in these books. e-versions available too.

Some readers of the microbe piece in the newspaper would probably now be put off even just putting an arm around a friend’s shoulder…


The article tells me that showering vigorously only makes a difference for a few minutes


…the colonies very quickly re-establish themselves. It’s what sniffer dogs follow, apparently, and everyone is different and distinctive – to a dog!

But I don’t think there’ll be any stopping us. We’ve shared our flora and fauna for long enough – and just about every bodily fluid as well, either involuntarily or deliberately, to ‘cement’ our brotherhood bonds!…


So, along with the ballet boys, who get intimate with each other’s bodies in public just as often as we do…



…we shall cheerfully go on, as our other professional acrobat colleagues do, in exploring ever more interesting positions in which our microbes can migrate!





Roll up, roll up, for the microbial ballet!


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18 days, 27 shows, and counting…


It should go without saying that we love what we do. Showing off acrobatics and tumbling, engaging with the fakir stuff… training for it with the weights and so on… yeah, great. But being cooped up in a stuffy tour bus, even with six of my very closest gay mates plus one equally amazing lesbian body burner – well, happy I am not!

I’m missing the gym coaching…



…yes, even those long shifts… I’m missing a real weights gym…


gym poser

I’m missing my son Leo and his mates, and the sparkle they bring into our lives…


…and, above all, I’m missing Dave…


I haven’t got the re-read / re-write of the fourth book going at all, despite having odd lumps of time to kill between training and shows – something pointless always seems to get in the way. So you will have to continue to make do with the first three…

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7

To be fair, six of the team have been here longer – a lot longer – than I have. Leo and Dane are (supposedly) having a vacation of just four weeks ‘on the road’ (same as me this time), reliving a less successful attempt made over ten years ago (see ‘Against All Odds’). But they have ‘proper’ jobs needing them to get back (and in one piece).

They’re all getting tired now: and in two-and-a-half weeks our contract ends and we hand over to new acts, and life can return to ‘normal’. Except for Jack and Ethan, who have been in assorted shows almost continuously for nearly three years, focussing on adagio balance, particularly head-to-head. They have decided to treat themselves to an extended tour of Australia and New Zealand – not performing, but being tourists. My money is on them putting on impromptu displays and passing the hat around, but we shall see!

Would we engage in a new circus contract? That’s a difficult one. Mid-thirties is not a great age for acrobats, but many quit younger. If only to earn better and more reliable money! Any rate, we have declined to sign up yet for providing a team for six months ahead. We need to get away from the circus, and then discuss our options.

Will we keep training? Absolutely!


The day we can no longer feel confident about our own bodies, or can find faults with any of the others, is hopefully a long way off. One of my faithful bodybuilder followers is in his eighties. Long way to go, as he took time out to remind me last time I moaned about getting older.

Both Dave and I feel that rather than spend significant chunks of time ‘on the road’, we would rather spend that time enjoying our little investment property in Wales (UK). There’s a little gym there we’ve built up, but we’ve hardly seen it since last winter. Crossing the Atlantic is not cheap, but our parents are there and our kids have friends in UK that are as fanatical fitness kids as ours, so we think we might try harder to coordinate school breaks with them in the future, and even try to negotiate with the school for some leeway because the British and US school terms do not coincide. In UK they fine the parents if the kids are taken out of school during term time: not so here yet, but I expect that it will come because it happens elsewhere in the US (and, indeed, elsewhere in the State). Hmmm. Lot’s to think about.

OK. Let’s enjoy some more fit young guys now.




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A ‘built’ boy enjoying the sun on his back. That’s what it is all about.

Here, the temperature has fallen a lot now, and we can sleep at night without our sweat saturating the bunk mattresses! This bus is going to need fumigating when we finally get it back to base in TN, I think!

Meanwhile, get into fitness action and enjoy. Even scrappy pyramids can be fun, and it’s a good introduction to the ‘art’…


Introduce the next generation to the fitness ‘art’…

two generations



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Bedtime Stories


Anyone reading my books…

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7

…could get the impression that the gay ‘celebrations’ go on 24/7. Well, maybe that was ‘then’, but this is ‘now’, 15 years after the start of us gay guys getting together. We’re older! We get tired easier! Even with seven of us in the ‘coven’ cooped up in our tour bus with the circus, cleared for action any which way, as it were, the ‘day job’ takes its toll and it most certainly is not the ‘gay sex romp’ that you might think!


One might say… “if only!” The day job is a seven-day-a-week job: training in the mornings, a show in the evening and, on three out of the seven days, a show in the late afternoon as well. Except when we’re on the move, which is just as tiring. So, after the evening show, we all feel absolutely ready to crash out on our bunks. After a good shower…

shower off

… after all, acrobatics, tumbling and all the endurance stuff is a bit strenuous and we’ll all end up sweaty and sticky.

And that’s when the ‘fun’ starts. Our bus doesn’t have showers. So it has to be the diesel-powered communal ones. And we never can get there first. There are clowns, covered in gunge and greasy make-up. The horse riders, sweating heavily under their costumes and smelling slightly of dung. Jugglers get sweaty too. Even the band, done up in white shirts and black jackets, sweat buckets in this southern humidity we’re still experiencing.

seriously sweaty

So there is always a queue or, as our American colleagues would have it, a ‘line’. It would be good if we could get in there in groups…


…but we can’t. Two tiny booths – that’s it. You stand in line, just wanting your bunk, and thinking how much better things could be if only you were at home…


No sofas to relax on here, though. There is seating in the bus but, with bunks fitted for up to 10 people, and space reserved for training activities like dumbbell work, it is very limited. There are some ‘coach’ seats up front for when we’re travelling, but sitting in rows and rather upright is not like your sofa!

Eventually, we do all get through the system, but no-one is really in the mood for anything except sleep. No bedtime romping; no bedtime stories! Just zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZ!

Of course, I dream. Firstly about my beautiful partner Dave, with whom I’ve ‘swopped’ duties. And, since I am a gay guy, often I dream about guys in general. Guys with great bodies who are fit. Like these…










So who needs a bedtime story, if your head is full of this stuff? And there’s always the morning to think about, when everyone is horny, it’s cooler, and there’s a little free time before we need to get stuck into training again…





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Early Morning, On the Bus…

An everyday story of acrobatic folk ‘on the road’:

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We’re seven guys and one girl at the moment, living in a converted bus and travelling with the circus tour. It is still seriously hot here and everyone sleeps naked on top of their bunks…


Such weight training as we can do gets done in the early morning, when it is coolest. Dumbbells, mainly.



I wake somewhat blearily…


…but pleasurably, as Ethan is ‘play-licking’ my belly to wake me up, needing a partner to stretch him. His own (equally gay) partner Jack is already being stretched, on his back with legs out sideways at right angles and being pushed further by Zach and Gary. This is necessary to keep the body in trim for hand-balancing with the legs in various ‘splits’ positions, because you don’t have the weight of your own body pushing you down as you do in a conventional ‘split’ on the floor like this…


…and, because he is going to be joining in the bed-of-nails activities when Karen and I leave in three weeks, he is putting in his hours at the same time on the small nail bed we squeeze into the bus. Double the pain, double the effect, and maybe double the ‘pleasure’. Satisfaction, anyway. Further back in the bus, Leon and Dane are sweatily engaged in one-arm push-ups. Very sweatily…


All part of the necessary daily routine to keep in shape for performance!



Of course, we get outside to train when we can:


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…but inside the bus (which has ‘see-out-but-not-see-in’ windows) naked training does fine:


To be fair, some do that in public anyway!…


The first part...The second part...Cover 3 ThumbOur ‘antics’, if that’s what they are, derive from a combination of being gay, being hooked on acrobatics, being part of a group of ten ‘clean’ gay guys who can fully interact in gay ways as well as being in individual partnerships. Sounds a bit weird, but there we go – these books will set the scene and maybe shed some light darkness on it! e-books are available also.

All of this in preparation (as far as I am concerned) for three more weeks with the circus. Let me end this post with a small selection of physique success stories, to be enjoyed:

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So there!





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