Siblings? Not Exactly!

Our nearly-twelve-year-olds Jaymee and Leo think of themselves as brother and sister, having always been part of a single (but extended) family unit. Leo ‘protects’ Jaymee lovingly from unwanted advances – as he sees it! – at school and elsewhere; they have always played together and now train together in acrobatics and are certainly best friends.

They are, however, completely unrelated, having no common gene. Each has a gay mum and a gay dad: the mums live together, and the kids with their mums most of the time, but they spend increasing time with us, their dads, especially as we rather than their mums (for the moment!) live at the property with the training cabin at the top of the yard.

Both Jaymee and Leo are powerfully heterosexual, by the way, thereby disproving some strange ‘inheritance’ theories about sexuality.

These thoughts came into my head because someone who understands our unusual family said to me, apropos of nothing in particular, that the kids “would make a great couple”. Perhaps they would, and there’s nothing in law or their physical situation to prevent that… but I doubt they ever would, because of their ‘brother/sister’ mindset… and, I might add, because of enthusiastic friends who constantly encourage and examine any member of the opposite sex they happen just to say ‘Hi!’ to. Boyfriend/girlfriend chatter seems to be on a steep increase right now.

Happily for us, none of this is getting in the way of their dedication to sport and fitness: they are both in our shows now except when school commitments prevent it, and have also been joined in them recently by Leo’s best (male) friend Chris (same age) who aspires to Leo’s abilities in gymnastics and endurance and is getting there fast. Very fast. In fact, following a second appearance in a shopping mall promotion at the weekend, the three of them are getting ‘famous’ for their exploits and are fast becoming something of a focus at Junior High – half the kids want to be them, and the other half hate them for being so good at things they cannot do themselves.

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Cover1 ThumbCover2 ThumbLeo and Jaymee are the product of a series of very happy events for Dave and I. Of our love, which we discovered very swiftly along with our sexuality when we first met, as described in the first of three volumes: meeting their mums, of course, was an essential part of the process too but it was the love between Dave and I which convinced the girls that our genes were what they wanted for their longed-for kids, and so after a lot of soul searching and the one near falling-out between Dave and I over it, the gift of our beautiful kids was sealed. Cover 3 ThumbI never in my wildest dreams thought that I should ever write about the birth of a child, but as the second book reveals, I was wrong! And note the silhouette acrobats on the covers, which are an essential feature of our lives of course. Add the misadventures which befell us through one of our dearest friends who had a history he did not know about himself, and that all rounds off the trilogy.

Hmmm. perhaps too much pre-Christmas advertising here, but what the heck. E-books also available from the usual outlets!

So, as our extended family itself heads towards its Christmas break in the UK at our Welsh cottage, we’ll head to some pictures of fit young men to inspire us all to keep up with the training – and to please the gay clientele here as usual:

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Whilst on the subject of the kids, I wrote a while back about one of Leo’s other friends at school whose homophobic father forbade them to meet outside school because of Leo’s alleged ‘contamination’ by being in a gay household. Well, two gay households to be exact! He seemed to think us disgusting and not to be tolerated, then seemed to thaw a little because he could not keep his son separate from Leo (and Jaymee for that matter) in school. It’s gone quiet, but we don’t yet see the boy coming round, and Leo would really like that (and to go to his place). Maybe I should consider talking to the guy again – I did it once before, and thought that we had made peace and convinced him that his son was safe. But, in our part of the world, we are rather up against the ‘phobes…

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Not too much ‘brotherly love’ or compassion in that community, it would seem…

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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