It Never Rains…

…but what…

Just when I was thinking that nothing else could go wrong here in Wales, I’ve contracted something weird which has blocked up my sinuses totally, given me an intense pain in one ear, and left me rather more deaf than usual, with my own voice sounding (to me) like I’m in a tank. I think it is something to do with intensely high pollen levels encountered in Oxford, and hopefully it won’t last. With one ear permanently ‘down’ in the first place, I don’t want to lose any sensitivity in the other one!

“…but what it pours”, the quote finishes. Seems unlikely with more 28C (84F) temperatures forecast for the next few days. Hotter than Oak Ridge usually is! Next thing is, with our leaky catchment tank, we’ll out of water just as the visiting hoards descend on us.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, we’re all running around naked or nearly so (Jaymee is a little more demure in her advancing years!) – good for skinny dipping, for example (of which there has been a great deal, even though the river is getting a bit low):



The problem with us lads going feral  (naked) is that, unlike our previous visits where we have been alone up here pretty much, there seems to be a constant stream of visitors who can catch us out moving between the house and the barn where our training is done. Most of them are lads who use the gym anyway (we get money for that!), and they have been warned, but there are girls too in the running club, the Young Farmers, and sundry other groups that come here. Not to mention the postman, the guy willing to deliver milk, and assorted tradespeople trying to sort out our various property issues!

So, rather to son Leo’s annoyance (and his best mate Chris), he doesn’t have a licence to cavort around the place in his skin alone! One reason we like to do that is that it maintains an even tan which doesn’t show tanlines from shorts when we’re performing in our small briefs. ‘3R‘ had a problem with that when he recently toured with us because he habitually wears 3/4 jeans and, although his natural skin colour is quite dark, we had to cover up the obvious contrasts with fake tan before every show. We do need the all-over look:


We always assume that the less-tanned areas of our bodies (like the following pic) would annoy the punters. Maybe we’re over-sensitive to it,  or we’re just plain weird:


Would you care to be seen (like this) with a bare white patch?

in the pool 2

Well, maybe not in what looks like a public pool, but you know what I mean.

Cover1 ThumbCover2 Thumband, finally...What we are prepared to do, in public and perhaps more significantly in our own private space as gay boys, is chronicled in these three works of art (also available as e-books, by the way, from ‘the usual outlets’. And that covers our acrobatic and touring endeavours as well, alongside some rather unpleasant events which overtook our group along the way. Reading is good!! You’re doing it now, and authors need to eat…

Meanwhile, let me tempt you with a little bit of acrobatics:



…some artistic gymnastics…


…some successful weight training…


gym success (4)

…and a little bit of gay love…


What else should I offer tonight? Maybe a sample of the photographer’s cunning…


Noswaith dda i’ch’i o Gymru…

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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