Best Mates

I’ve been blessed with having great mates around me ever since I was a small kid. Age six, I had two friends both called Peter, who persuaded their mums to take them, and me, to watch trains thunder along the West Coast Main Line from London to Scotland. Yeah, me, a trainspotting ‘anorak’! Peter B, in the summer, would always have his shirt off and I think that he was the greatest influence in turning me into a sun worshipper.

Later, a change of schools to Oxford, and those wonderful times with my then best mate Colin, sunbathing, skinny dipping, and learning gymnastics from a book in our secret place by the side of the Cherwell river, which I wrote about before. I remember one day when, armed with a picnic basket and enjoying lunch whilst sunning ourselves naked after a swim, he made some silly remark which made me leap on his chest. He dropped a soft cheese sandwich and I remember tearing it open and wiping the cheese all over his face and hair. Of course, that turned into a full food fight until, with both of us covered with wrecked sandwiches and cake, we suddenly realised that the only way we could now eat was to lick and pull the disgusting remains off each other’s bodies. The first time I ever licked another guy! Well, I obviously don’t have a photo of that now, so lets make do with this spaghetti fight culled from the net:

Looks delicious! Returning to the UK from Tennessee for the first visit, we caught up with Colin and another gymnast friend from those days, Roger. Their then girlfriends (now their wives!) persuaded Colin and Roger to wrestle Dave and I naked, and then even joined in themselves. That little episode has made it into our journal, – in the second part, The Power of Love. Yeah, it’s a bit saucy, this journal! (blush).

Dave. Yes, my best mate ever, life partner and lover too. Loving the Boy is all about our meeting and our developing relationship. And a whole lot of other stuff too, especially other ‘best mates’, by whom we are both surrounded in measure far beyond what we probably deserve, with Tuan Jie, the Circus, and Chad’s amazing training and fitness group. Mates like ours help you do stuff:

Now that’s our kind of business, and the trust and confidence that develops between you and your ‘mate’ leads to bigger…

…and bigger…

…things. With, of course, a huge amount of effort and training! Dave and I have developed our confidence in one another to the extent that, during our performance, we can suspend each other with the grip of our teeth using a special device which allows the bottom man to spin around when the top man hangs by his feet from a trapeze. Quite high above the ground, too. But when you know that your best mate in all the world is in control, a guy you can trust absolutely and love deeply, you think and work as one in complete safety.

That’s what ‘best mates’ are all about. I hope you are in that happy position too, but remember, never forget to show him/her you care. The rewards from having that special person in your life are almost infinite.

About tonycavanagh

Born Northampton UK; school Oxford UK and Oak Ridge Tennessee, where I met my wonderful partner Dave, also from UK. Oak Ridge is our main training base for acrobatics and circus stuff, but we also established a base in Wales (UK) to serve us when we are working in Europe. Our 'story', of finding gay love, learning the acrobatics trade and then of how we got shot at during our show (and worse was to follow - just to prove that the risks of being an acrobat are not always the most obvious ones!) are now available in my three books 'Loving the Boy', 'The Power of Love' and 'Against All Odds'. Links available on most blog posts. Actually, waiting for the imminent arrival of the first printed copies was far scarier than anything we do in performance. A fourth book - not about us but exploring the sadness of a gay Native American boy denied his true identity - is currently with an agent for evaluation. watch for 'Let The Future Find Me' in due time. And now to book five... another boy, another quest... seems its always boys...
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