Tongues Wagging…

gossipDave and I went down to the nearest local store for some final supplies before we head back from Wales to Tennessee on Monday.

‘Are you boys getting on alright up at Cefn Derwen in this weather?’

Let’s call her Mrs. Davies because everyone around here seems to be called Davies. ‘Isn’t it a pity that your wives and children had to go home so soon.’

Wives? Erm, no. They’re a lesbian couple actually. Kids? Yes, definitely. We’re mighty proud of our Jaymee and Leo, products of a strange liaison agreement with said lesbians…

‘We heard that you invited that Iestyn and his friend up to Cefn Derwen…’

Yeeeees…

‘You want to be careful.’

Huh?

‘They’re homosexuals, you know. Not nice at all.’

Hmmm. Well, ‘Mrs D,’ you probably wouldn’t be too pleased to know that we wrestled them naked, licked the sweat off their backs, used our tongues a little lower down to, erm, sharpen them, you know – get them horny, before indulging in intimate relations each with our own partner, side by side on the floor, then…

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The moral of this story, I’m sure, is just to smile politely and to let them get on with it. Others, like Carol who looks after the house for us when we’re away, her son Neil and his girlfriend who look after our gym in the barn, and most of the Young Farmers, know perfectly well what we are and don’t think twice about it. If only the older generation could… etc. etc… oh, never mind!

Tom and Iestyn are coming up again tonight, and will almost certainly stay over. We’ll start with this (albeit not with the tight jeans):

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…get them nice and sweaty again…

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…definitely without the jeans… and then, when anyone else using the barn has left, we’re gonna get the oil out, get them naked…

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and wrestle them, gently, but firmly, into submission…

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…after which, everyone will “show their appreciation in the usual way”…

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…and then we’ll feed them before, ahem, bed.

Are we to be ashamed, then? … …

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The adventure begins......also for gay acrobats and broader-minder straight ones!!Coming shortly: the denoument...Gosh, if I am to be ashamed, I should surely be ashamed of these books! I’m not, of course: in fact, I’m rather proud of them, the epic trilogy about finding true love with Dave, finding a career in acrobatic performance, and (oh yes), becoming a target (twice) of some exceedingly nasty people. Hopefully, that’s all over now. Click on a cover for more information.

So, locally here in Wales, the tongues will have to continue to wag. There is certainly an element of ‘don’t say, don’t tell’ about all of this, but it is probably better just to enjoy the friendship of the supportive section of the local community and leave the others to think what they will. tamingAnd anyway, we’ll be out of here on Sunday night, headed to Heathrow via my parents home in Oxford for one night only. Their tongues can wag about the holidaymakers who’ll be renting the place whilst we’re back in the US – and maybe too about the procession of fit young men and girls using the gym facilities in the barn which we’ve set up for ourselves. Tom and Iestyn included. It makes us some money, too.

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That’s our way of fighting off ‘old age’ (some way to go yet!) and trying to keep sufficiently fit and flexible for our acrobatics.

And, whatever the world thinks, we have our love. Supportive friends (gay and straight) in both Wales and Tennessee. And, of course, we have each other.

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As one of Shakespeare’s characters has it about gossip (Dave just reminded me) – ‘Let the world wag’. And he didn’t mean doggies’ tails, either. Finally, Dave just passed me this on his USB drive. Oh, all right then. Just this once… I’m ready to be licked…

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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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