Not Chatty Enough? OK, try this…

Whilst I could be complacent and say that 156,665 hits so far suggest we have some satisfied customers here, one (private) correspondent remarks that this blog is not chatty enough. Too focussed on being gay lads, doing our beloved acrobatics, gym training and so forth. Well, that’s what I started it for, to be fair! WYSIWYG!

I could rabbit on in the Twitter style. What colour underwear do I have on today? (Blue). What did I eat for dinner last night? (Chicken and mushroom pie). When am I going to write another book? (I’m not: three is quite enough!). Well, maybe I will actually, one day: I have an idea that is nothing to do with us… pure fiction, but based upon perceived political corruption. Let’s see!

Well, I hate Twitter and I do NOT have an account (that answers quite a few questions from e-mailers). What I keep on my bedside shelf is between me, Dave and the shelf, not the Twitterati (actually, there is a rather special teddy bear, along with a few other… wait, OMG, not going there!). What do I think of the Presidential election campaign? (Not much!). What’s my chest measurement in inches? (42, the answer to life, the universe and everything…). Colour of eyes? (Blue). Why am I limping slightly today? (Because I tripped over a concrete block in the dark that some idiot had left in a parking lot in Knoxville). Why was I in Knoxville? (Guest at the private function that Leo and Jaymee were invited to open with their little show). How did they do? (Not at all badly – well, brilliantly, actually for their first time ever performing on their own).

Enough of this Twitter style. Let’s chat about the rest of this fun weekend, after we got back from Knoxville on Friday night and put the ice pack on my blackened foot.

Always ‘fun’ to be with Dave, obviously. But this Saturday morning, our wrestler friend from Lexington KY, Leon, drove down to join us for the weekend. Partner Dane on a training weekend for the construction company he works for – I think this is the first time in nearly 12 years that they haven’t been with us as a pair.

As will be recounted in Against All Odds when it finally appears, Leon and Dane joined our touring company as part acrobatic bases, part drivers of the buses we toured with. Leon works for the bus company and supplied us with adapted used vehicles. Ultimately, they are skilled wrestlers and train hard: Leon has an amazing body and puts in countless hours on the weights with Dane in their apartment.

Anyway, Leon duly joined us at Chad’s private gym for a couple of hours of acrobatics, to help him keep the moves in his head should they ever work with us again as they have once or twice more recently. My foot survived that. Then it was a case of hitting the weights machines big time – like nearly four hours!!

Chad’s gym, like our own training cabin and Leon and Dane’s apartment, had only free weights originally. The weights machines arrived whilst we were on a tour, when Chad somewhere found the money to introduce a massive range of about 40 different machines which would be the envy of the state if anyone except the members of his private club actually knew they were there. As it is, use is restricted to members, who are all our very great friends, and we therefore have a fantastic time encouraging each other towards our various goals. Some are massive bodybuilders, others need strength with retained flexibility (us), whilst some just go for the most impressive ‘cuts’, like the extraordinary Carlos. But, like this guy on the ‘pec dec’, we all have FUN:

Carlos is the guy we ALL want to wrestle, close up and personal in normal submission gear and/or naked and/or in oil – any style, he’s amazing:

There’s a small detail showing on that left-hand picture which I don’t normally post, but its from a great set, so just this once…

…I do wonder what the trucker who delivers the industrial-scale quantities of baby oil to Chad’s place thinks goes on in there…

Anyway, job done. All thoroughly knackered, showers, and Leon, Dave and I back to our place for the night. A nice meal with Dave’s dad (chicken and mushroom pie as I said), Leon feeling obliged to don a vest for the occasion although Dave and I stuck with our topless slouchiness. And, eventually, to our room and to my king-size bed.

Usually, when both Leon and Dane come over, we sleep in the training cabin and our other mates, in various numbers, join us. However, this time, Ethan and Jack were with Zach and Gary taking in a Chinese at Li and Yao’s restaurant before retiring to the newly acquired penthouse at the gym which just squeezes in four…). So, we three ready to entertain ourselves and, since Leon is fully part of Tuan Jie with the privileges and trust over sexual issues that that brings, we planned a great night. Bless him, even as he lay naked on the bed with me licking his toes and Dave getting to work, erm, elsewhere, he was on the phone to Dane making sure that their perfect partnership would continue and that Dane was fully informed! Actually, that’s how we all operate – loving couples with perfect trust in a special set of guys to be ‘open’ with one another.

So, I eventually snatched the phone from Leon, said ‘hi’ to Dane, and then threw the phone across the bed, determined to lick every square inch of that fabulous body – for starters…

We slept late this morning (10am – VERY late for us, but no gymnastics coaching duties this weekend). Breakfast (juice, Dave cooked bacon and eggs). No appetite for more exercise, so we’re going off to the Clinch River around lunchtime for a skinny dip (not telling you where, it’s OUR swimming hole!) and will then probably call in at Cody’s nearby forest ‘home of fun’ to see if he wants to ‘abuse’ us for a while, before Leon heads north back into Dane’s waiting arms…

Was that chatty enough? Better than 160 characters or whatever it is…


What? You want a

Bonus Boy

as well…?????

OK, I try to please all of the 156,665 people all of the time!

What was that? – Oh, you want one with a bedtime theme? (Bet you do!). OK then…

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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1 Response to Not Chatty Enough? OK, try this…

  1. Nick says:

    that was great….. but the thing about a great post is that it always leaves u hungry for more! 🙂 So, no…… it’ll never be enough ……. I’ll still wait for the next and the one after that
    Cheers to good writing ( and great pics!)

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