Sensory Deceptions

Well, the previous post dwelt at length on the sense of touch. Enduring pain and such. It got me thinking about the other five senses, starting with the realisation that I’ve gone a bit deaf on one side. I realised this when Dave came up from behind me and said something rather quietly, and I turned the wrong side to look at him. He then said he’d been speaking to me several times before and I had not responded. Ouch! Our friendly Doctor Nate thinks it is something to do with the virus we had a while back, but is also fairly pessimistic that it will improve. Double ouch. Well, at least the other ear still works.

Moving on to smell, which in my case is mercifully sharp, a strange story about our place in Wales. Two sets of visitors have commented to the nice lady who looks after the place for us that there is a curious smell of coconut in the bathroom. Carol confirms that, and is mystified. We can only think that some Welsh rodent with a curious decaying body odour has chosen somewhere under the floorboards for its deathbed. A task there, then, for when we spend our summer vacation there. By the way, Carol tells us that it SNOWED there today!! May 15th!! Unbelievable.

Now then. If the start of this post was about ‘fessing up, then I guess I have to come clean and say that I am the embarrassed possessor of a pair of spectacles, too. Not for training, performing or reading, but for driving. The onset of “old age” (30!) is dealing its unfair hand. At least I’m not the only guy in our merry band in this position, either (but I’m sworn to secrecy over who they (yes, they!) are)…

One sense to go, and I’m happy to say that still works fine. Nice glass of Chardonnay – yum. Beef steak, double yum. Lick of Dave’s sweat… yeah!



Let’s have a few pictures of not-necessarily-gay couples in various situations:

sticky wrestlers

VERY sweaty and very happy – unlike the next two, who wear a very sour look for the photographer:

sour pair

A happier situation developing…

nose to nose


…interesting creature on the guy’s left shoulder…

Just good friends…


Again – happy [above] and not so sure [next]:


Swimmers (well, about to be)…








Jeunes sportifs

And (why not?) just being plain silly!


Ultimately, what this blog is all about is guys being with guys…


…and, maybe the best of all…


Our world: guys being with guys – gay, sporty, athletic, acrobatic, and in love. ‘Living the Dream’, in fact. There’s more here if you are interested:

This one also in e-bookCover2 Thumband, finally...The first two in e-book too. The latest and concluding part available in paper, will be in e-book eventually as well…

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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