Paradise Lost… and Regained…

We may be at summer camp in Tennessee, enjoying not only our own company but that of our very dear friends Zach and Ethan… but the ‘new job’ back in Portugal is still giving us plenty to do (and, to be fair, they are continuing to pay us during our six-week commitment here). And one recent ‘communication gave us great pause for thought. ‘Management’ said they needed to let out ‘our’ apartment during our absence, to accommodate some “VIPs” ahead of the official opening. Now our contract explicitly makes clear that that apartment, with its amazing roof terrace, is exclusively ‘ours’ as long as we remain in appointment. As we have already lived in it for six weeks, it now contains a lot of our personal stuff. It is, de facto as they say, our home.

A taste of more things to come, maybe? Well, we quickly objected most strongly, and I elicited the help of my old mate Roger back in Oxford UK who got us the job in the first place. it has worked out OK. It may have been ‘first round to the management’, but it is now ‘game, set and match’ to us. They seem to want not to lose us! So our apar5tment is securely and awaits us as we left it. Furthermore, we are to be allowed to fit our own locks in addition to the standard hotel-style ‘card-key’ system, which any cleaner or chambermaid can override and enter, of course. Natch, we shall have them clean the place from time to time, but we shall be in control. Whew!

So we can “get up to stuff” undisturbed!

To be fair, after we wrote a ‘nastygram’ mail to them quoting bits of our contract, we had a very contrite message back to the effect of ‘sorry, we didn’t mean to get your backs up…won’t happen again’. Fingers crossed that’s true.

And on the + side, the ‘backs up’ suggests a bit of a picture theme: the view of the torso we see far less of… lats, rhomboids, rear delts, traps…

Next, a back and an acrobatic balance thrown in for good measure…

A somewhat shaky arm balance…

Wide-grip pull-ups really show where the muscle power lies…

Time for a run… but outdoors would be better!

Outdoors then – but not running!

A back-handed selfie – original!

B & W can be so atmospheric… and here, with the contrast of the ‘tighty whiteys’, just look at the definition of rhomboids and lats…

Making use of the mirror, we have back and front…

And, finally for today, two for the price of one…

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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