Don’t ‘Irk’ the ‘Nerk’


After causing unwarranted merriment by using the rather British phrase ‘Irksome’ to my American-born son Leo, and getting it fed back to me by all his friends with great mirth, I realise that I have scored a partial “own goal” by referring occasionally to boys who do something silly in gymnastics classes, or don’t understand simple instructions, as ‘Nerks’ – a hopefully meaningless word which I must have conjured out of the air as in ‘Don’t be a nerk!’

Leo's fateObviously, ‘irk’ rhymes with ‘nerk’ and one only needs to apply 14yo schoolboy humour…

I think I have called people ‘nerks’ for years. So I just looked it up in the dictionary and it isn’t there. Not with an ‘e’ nor with an ‘i’. The nearest word I can find is ‘nerka’ which appears to be a native American word from the north-west coast referring to a sockeye salmon. So I suppose that calling someone a ‘nerk’ when he does something stupid is better than a slap in the face with a wet fish…

Leo has been warned! See picture above left… (with thanks to Ian for finding that)


We’ll continue the picture theme of

Boys Having Fun Together


One that’s a bit different (and a bit gay):

how to shower

pool boys

And then, anticipating winter weather:

snow tumblr_obtc5a2K281ukxygno1_1280

Get in training now. Back to the beach, though:


What’s going on here?


This one’s easier to explain: ballet, methinks:


Some variations on a theme:




Lifters have fun just showing off what they’ve built together:

beach bodies

two fine specimens

Bar boys too:


Or you can just ‘nerk’ around in the gym when you should be lifting:


Before the finale, the inevitable:

The first part...The second part...Cover 3 ThumbObviously, supporting this blog through book purchase would be greatly appreciated by me and, I hope, by you: gay love, acrobatic adventures, circus tales and some scary stuff…

And, finally for today, a warning to Leo: for the irksome nerk, here is the final solution!


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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