Bedtime Stories

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Anyone reading my books…

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

…could get the impression that the gay ‘celebrations’ go on 24/7. Well, maybe that was ‘then’, but this is ‘now’, 15 years after the start of us gay guys getting together. We’re older! We get tired easier! Even with seven of us in the ‘coven’ cooped up in our tour bus with the circus, cleared for action any which way, as it were, the ‘day job’ takes its toll and it most certainly is not the ‘gay sex romp’ that you might think!

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One might say… “if only!” The day job is a seven-day-a-week job: training in the mornings, a show in the evening and, on three out of the seven days, a show in the late afternoon as well. Except when we’re on the move, which is just as tiring. So, after the evening show, we all feel absolutely ready to crash out on our bunks. After a good shower…

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… after all, acrobatics, tumbling and all the endurance stuff is a bit strenuous and we’ll all end up sweaty and sticky.

And that’s when the ‘fun’ starts. Our bus doesn’t have showers. So it has to be the diesel-powered communal ones. And we never can get there first. There are clowns, covered in gunge and greasy make-up. The horse riders, sweating heavily under their costumes and smelling slightly of dung. Jugglers get sweaty too. Even the band, done up in white shirts and black jackets, sweat buckets in this southern humidity we’re still experiencing.

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So there is always a queue or, as our American colleagues would have it, a ‘line’. It would be good if we could get in there in groups…

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…but we can’t. Two tiny booths – that’s it. You stand in line, just wanting your bunk, and thinking how much better things could be if only you were at home…

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No sofas to relax on here, though. There is seating in the bus but, with bunks fitted for up to 10 people, and space reserved for training activities like dumbbell work, it is very limited. There are some ‘coach’ seats up front for when we’re travelling, but sitting in rows and rather upright is not like your sofa!

Eventually, we do all get through the system, but no-one is really in the mood for anything except sleep. No bedtime romping; no bedtime stories! Just zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZ!

Of course, I dream. Firstly about my beautiful partner Dave, with whom I’ve ‘swopped’ duties. And, since I am a gay guy, often I dream about guys in general. Guys with great bodies who are fit. Like these…

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So who needs a bedtime story, if your head is full of this stuff? And there’s always the morning to think about, when everyone is horny, it’s cooler, and there’s a little free time before we need to get stuck into training again…

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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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