The St Valentine’s Day Massacre

…Joke – well, sort of!


My previous post on ‘Happiness‘ provoked several reactions, including ‘Why didn’t you do that one on St Valentine’ Day?’ – didn’t occur to me, sorry – to visitors sending me lists of things that made them happy, to one guy who said ‘Doesn’t anything normal make you happy?’ – by which I assume that he doesn’t consider keeping fit whilst being gay as ‘normal’. OK, each to their own. It did occur to me that I had left out many more things which do make us happy but, with the pictures, the post was already a mile long…

OK, so it is St. Valentine’s Day today – the day which embraces lovers – and, in history, when darker things happened, as the post title might remind you. I’ll share how our day has started, and how it is going to end. Lots of happy things, and two massacres!!


Woken with a kiss from my partner. We don’t do soppy cards and stuff – we’re macho gay guys, for heaven’s sake! 6.30am finds us joining the young boys (my Leo, his friends Chris and Ryan) already working out their weights in our cabin, along with Steve (Chris’s dad) and Ryan’s dad also. Now this is interesting. This is the homophobe who changed his spots when he realised how much his son was benefitting from friendship with Leo and from our trainer attentions. I blogged about that on All Fools Day (a coincidence!), but the father is no fool and we are confident now that he feels his son is safe from being ‘turned gay’ – in fact, he comments about how all three of them are eyeing up the girls as one very good reason for toning up their bodies!

In deference to his presence, however, we adults did not do our normal naked training…


…but kept our shorts firmly in place. Not so the 13yos, though, despite careful lectures from us in the past about how to behave in the presence of ‘guests’. Already sweating through their  bench presses naked as they were born as we arrived in the cabin, one pressing, one spotting and the third providing the (human) bench, so everyone keeps going doing something as they rotate the positions. Leo told me after that it was actually Ryan who stripped off first this morning… and his father didn’t seem to care. He was in no rush to leave either, being a Saturday, which rather inhibited us but, when he and Ryan finally went off, Leo and Chris attacked their dads and Dave in a very sweaty wrestle bout in which Leo took great delight in using his feet in our faces…f140a

Sorry, but that’s a tiny picture. Foot fighting seems to be very popular in South Africa, apparently… and it certainly makes Leo and Chris happy! And, as I have written here before, my partner’s sexy feet next to me in bed is a joy… So that was the first Valentine’s Day massacre of 2015 for us – Dave, Chris and I flattening the two boys!

Pete and Ivo had done their training much earlier, doing the earliest shifts at the gymnastics centre as they do pretty much every day – they are pre-school sessions Mondays through Fridays, and basically those two now seem to inhabit a different time zone from the rest of us. Dave and I not on duty today until noon, and already back now (5pm).

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But, there we go. Coaching keeps us all happy, especially when our sessions at the gymnastics centre include acrobatic training (although the Romanian owners like to do a lot of that themselves)…


Valentine’s Day 2015 also marks the release of the film version Fifty Shades of Grey – apparently full of hetero Sado-masochistic scenes. I heard that DIY stores in the UK were being warned to have large stocks of cable ties available (and given instructions on how to use them!)… although that’s perhaps a bit hard to believe… as previously blogged

Loving the Boy: ISBN 978-1-907732-30-0

The Power of Love: ISBN 978-1-907732-41-6

Against All Odds: ISBN 978-1-908645-35-7

…not a cable tie in sight, though, I’m afraid, but shall we just say that Cody’s basement of fun, which does appear, has plenty of other implements…

The main ‘massacre’ comes up this evening. The guy Joel we met when out running also met with Chad’s approval to join his private gym, and he has signed up agreeing to the ‘conditions’ which every invited member has to agree to abide by. Now how many gyms do you know which state:

‘You want to see your body develop, and so do we! We do not expect shirts or vests to be worn in this gym.’



The gym featured there has large windows opening on to the street. Chad’s has no windows and is totally private, so perhaps another ‘rule’, in a gym which is very gay-friendly, is more understandable:

‘Members are encouraged to experience the freedom of training naked.’



Joel is a slim, ripped 20-something guy (like this)…


… keen on his weights and also on engaging with most of the other activities on offer at Chad’s which includes wrestling, acrobatics (he’s learning fast), flexibility…


…and endurance…


Well, he’ll be sampling the lot tonight, alongside a ‘mentor’ who is very likely to be one of us, since we met him, he’s coming to our cabin, and we introduced him. It’s his choice but, because our cabin is used by Chad as a kind of half-way house in his assessment of new members, we have had a rather high ‘hit’ rate in having to undergo the rituals again alongside the new guys, as another of Chad’s rules demand of us if chosen. So there could be another Valentine’s Night Massacre in the offing for someone close!

A few random ‘happy fitness’ pics now:

ladder planche




Now there’s a happy bear, on his pec dec!

OK, have I spread enough happiness around? Probably. Coming next: How to be Miserable?? No, maybe not!!

I end with a Valentine’s Day special for my fantastic Dave, who has a cat fetish but hasn’t yet been allowed to acquire one. This was sent to me by a reader from the British New Forest – which reminds me that I am always delighted to receive your reactions on gymacrobat@gmail.comLove you, Pussy Cat! Be happy!

now 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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