Learning to fly

Where's the week gone boys and girls - it's just flown by in a haze. Not that I've been overly busy or occupied that it passed by unknowingly but it's gone. The same can be said for the year, it's August tomorrow - the eight month of the year, where's all the rest of the months gone? It's crazy how time just passes you by but I guess when you're having fun and enjoying yourself in bucket loads, as I've been doing, then time will literally fly. Talking of which.......

It's my second consecutive weekend off - I guess they're a bit like buses, you wait weeks and weeks for one then two come along together. As a result my boyfriend will be with me shortly, were staying in tonight because unfortunately he has to work tomorrow which cuts down our options some. But not to worry we have fun whether we stay in or go out and the main crux of the matter is the fact that we'll be together - that's all that really matters. Whilst he's at work tomorrow it'll give me a chance to carry out some household chores - dusting, hoovering, washing and ironing (weather permitting). Us gay-boys sure know how to live it up at the weekends don't we? I mean you thought we were all hedonistic, sex-fuelled party animals didn't you? I've no idea where you get such ideas from! That said check back after tomorrow night.........

In the meantime may I wish you all a safe, pleasant evening and a weekend filled with fun and laughter. I'll check back in with you all over the weekend, it'll come around sooner that you think!

Not your average bear

I'm playing catch up again tonight and posting a story that's been on the back burner for many a week. It's always been in the back of my mind to post it but I always seem to find something else to blog about and before you know it time just kind of slips away. So now I find myself with that elusive little bit of time on my hands I'll give it a shot.

A fair few weeks ago I obtained a new addition to my soft toy family, that's assuming soft toy is the correct description for it - which it may well not be; but I don't know how else to describe it. It's a soft toy bear, but a bear with a difference because he's kind of adult oriented in a kind of sexually suggestive manner.

Girlfriend knows this old guy who works in one of the charity shops in Stockport and one day we both met him by chance as he finished work. He had with him this bear which he'd bought from the shop which to this day I still cannot find any reasons as to why such an old guy would want to buy it. It escapes me completely, it puzzles me and if I didn't have any kind of life I'm certain it would keep me awake at night thinking about it. Anyway he showed us this bear and as soon as we both set eyes on it we knew we had to have it; which brought about the saddest part of this story.

Girlfriend and I begin bartering with this old guy to buy it off him, seriously we offer him some money to make him offload it. This bear has been in a charity shop already, nobody probably wanted to buy it so the old guy did and now we want to buy it off him - which makes it at the very least fourth-hand goods already; as I said, sad! Anyway we eventually agree on a price and the bear becomes mine. Now I bet you're all wondering it must be a lovely bear to warrant all this attention but to be honest it's not. One thing it most certainly is is unique...........

That's him there sat upon my knee - he looks kind of sweet in the photo doesn't he? Trust me looks are deceiving, in real life he's the most horrible bear you could imagine - when you look at it personally it looks kind of sinister, like a young child's worst nightmare. So why did we buy it you may ask? Well, because it's a bit of fun if nothing else; but most pointedly because girlfriend thought it would suit me so well and be a perfect teddy bear for me! Personally I'm unsure as to what she was getting at nor where she could see any similarities between us.

Perhaps it's because the bear is, as the printing on his chest bares testament to, hot and horny? Or because the bear and I both seem to cover our modesty in red PVC - yes the bear is made from red PVC adding to its sinister child unfriendly feel. Regardless of anything else I gave him a safe and loving home away from strange old guys and charity shops. But to make him feel really at home he needed a name and I was stuck for inspiration, thankfully girlfriend came to the rescue. Her suggested name didn't make sense at first but in time in proved to be quite apt, she said call it Bareback.............

In hindsight I think I should have placed him out of view or turned him to face the wall when my boyfriend visited me. Because as you can see he's picked up a few of my boyfriends habits and as a result he certainly lives up to his name - hot, horny and bareback. Whatever you may think of him he's certainly not your average bear.........

Spit roast?

Okay so now I've sorted your bathroom accessories out lets move outside to the garden; gosh I feel like Laurence Llewelyn Bowen tonight, figuratively speaking and in no other sense of course! What a name though - I had to google it to make sure I spelt it correctly; he must have a wide screen passport and stuff to fit it all on.

The garden's easy though isn't it - there's lots of different choices, styles and knickknacks to decorate it to ones personal taste and make it as unique as you are. But what about the barbecue, how do you personalise that? If you have one that is - neither my boyfriend or I own one because he lives in a flat which brings about obvious problems and I just don't like them; I fear getting salmonella or something from them - you know when the foods not cooked properly, it's all burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. I can never get that fear out of mind - perhaps therapy would help, not that it's really a hindrance nor holds me back in life but wouldn't it be great if there was a psychiatrist that dealt with barbecue food poisoning disorder. I doubt he or she would be overly stretched work wise but it would be worth a laugh just to ring 118 118 and ask them for one; to see how clever they really are! Leave that one with me boys and girls that sounds like a job to do after drinking too much alcohol.......

Anyway regardless of anything else there is just no point in owning a barbecue if you live in the UK; look it's high summer a time to be sweltering under blues skies and a hot sun, of ice creams, sunscreen, walks in the park, complaining it's too hot and feeling up your boyfriend who's irresistible whilst wearing shorts right? (The last example may not apply to everyone admittedly but it works for me!) Wrong, it's high summer a time to be cold and wet beneath dark, scornful clouds dispensing never ending rain because that's the truth it hasn't stopped raining for days; so why own a barbecue? Because it will never get any use and will eventually end up crumbling under its own weight in rust. But if you feel your life is not complete without owning a barbecue then I have the ultimate accessory to personalise it.

Like the bathroom accessory earlier this is also a looker and functional. I guess it will appeal mostly to the straight female and gay male populous again unless you invite your drunk Uncle around who makes sordid and untruthful claims to be built just like that - we all have one of them in the family don't we? The feint of embarrassment when you attend the next family gathering to find Uncle Joe there, pissed up and making lewd jokes at 10 in the morning!

But barring that you'll be the envy of all your neighbours and will have bragging rights for years to come; people will talk about you at the local pub - you'll become a local hero. Not that such claims to fame can be guaranteed in any way so don't think about suing me should you actually buy one and remain known as the weirdo living next door by your neighbours.

Anyway you could use it as per the photo below but I guess you could also suspend a larger piece of meat between them. Whichever way you look at it or choose to use them there's one thing that's undeniable - with a couple of meaty sausages like that it would be a shame not to have a good spit roast........

Old habits die hard

Dear blogger friends I appreciate how difficult it can be to find that all important accessory to finish of a room and turn a house into a home. That one item that personifies you, that friends, relatives and family will instantly recognise and will relate to you. It's usually an ornament, a piece of art, a vase, a throw, a rug or some trinket picked up from a far flung place you once visited that does the trick.

Which is all fine and well in many rooms within a home but what about the bathroom? I mean it's such a functional room - you visit it to carry out your personal business, normally alone and in privacy (most of us anyway?) then leave; that's its purpose, nothing more and nothing less. Hence it often gets overlooked in the personal accessory department, everything within the bathroom has a purpose to the activities being carried out in there, leaving nothing of note to make it welcoming nor individual. Furthermore, if you did want to accessorise the room where do you begin, because its doubly difficult to find such accessories isn't it? I know because I have spent many of my waking hours searching and just when I was about to give up hope I found the holy grail of bathroom accessories.

Well, I say I found the holy grail, but that's not entirely the truth; it was girlfriend and what a find she has come up with - I've got one on order and she already has hers installed and proudly on display in her bathroom. I imagine it will appeal more to the straight female and gay male populous but regardless of your gender or sexuality it will instantly become the most talked about accessory within your home, never mind the bathroom. In short it is the accessory you've always been searching for to finish off the bathroom and not only is it a looker but it's functional too. You can fill it with your favourite hand wash, face wash or as I'll be doing when I receive mine fill it with facial moisturiser, so I can wake up each morning and treat myself to a nice facial; even on the days my boyfriend is not with me!

Girlfriend has gone one step further though, she's filled hers with tooth whitening mouthwash, which I don't fully understand to be honest; but each to their own. I guess old habits die hard..........

The clue's in the name

There must be something wrong somewhere Blogger friends and as far as I'm aware my boyfriend and I are fine so it must be something else. You see we've just partaken in sex together which is nothing unusual, far from it - it's quite usual and very frequent I'm glad to report, but it was on a cataclysmic scale; and I do not use the word cataclysmic in jest.

I thought I was going to die it was that good, in fact it was better than good - it was better than anything you could ever imagine in the world ever. Do you get the gist on how super-duper fantastically good it was? And when I climaxed, oh my gosh, my boyfriend had his mobile phone in his hand ready to dial 999 - I was literally gasping for breath (the mobile phone/999 bit is a joke by the way!) Which got me thinking about something, somewhere being wrong...........

I'm not a religious person and I don't really care what other people think of us - as long as they leave us alone to get on with our lives in peace then that's cool; and as a result we'll leave them alone to get on with whatever makes them happy. Well kind of, because I've found a major flaw in their beliefs I wish to share. It's no secret that God (if you should believe in such) looks upon gay relationships with disdain, he (if God is male) doesn't dig them - it's not what he put the male of the species on this earth to do. We were put upon this earth to form relationships with females, to have sex with them, to procreate and then take our nice little wife and 2.4 children (or whatever the average quota is these days) to church every Sunday and pray for mercy, salvation, forgiveness and whatever else your supposed to do at such gatherings.

In short I wasn't put upon this earth to fancy the pants off other men, to have sex with a select few (dozen or so), to form a relationship with my boyfriend and hence not procreate. But if that's Gods honest truth then why did he make gay sex so spectacularly awesome? To the point where I honestly thought I was going to die in the most blissful way imaginable tonight? I mean if we're not supposed to do it then why not make it the worst possible experience you could ever imagine thus making us as unhappy and sexually frustrated as the majority of straight couples?

I'm not looking for answers dear readers, so unless they're particularly funny then please do not feel the urge to write in with yours; I'm just kind of thinking out loud. I guess the simple answer relates to the clue in the name we're given - gay. I for one and my boyfriend for two are happy...............

Rainy days

I'm not sure what the weather's like in your part of the World blogger friends but in ours it's far from Summery; it's the end of July - pretty much mid-summer for the UK and it's awful. It's been a grey overcast day, raining and windy; it reminds me of Autumn because it's dark, dreary, wet and cold, unseasonably cold. But you can't do anything about the weather so you just try and make the best of it regardless. So how do two boyfriends pass their time on such an awful day? They go shopping............

With the weather as awful as it has been today it kind of cuts down the options some, so we decided to take a trip to the shopping Mecca that is the Trafford Centre. We rarely visit or shop there because neither of us are fans of it truth be told; it's too big and being all enclosed it's kind of boring; we both prefer Manchester for it's variety and it seems more alive with the City around you. The Trafford Centre on the other hand is a bland American inspired Mall stuck in the middle of nowhere. But on a day like today being all enclosed, hence keeping us warm, dry and sheltered from the elements it has it's benefits.

Despite me just highlighting the negative elements, it is a shopping and entertainment heaven, loads of top shops, food outlets, entertainment - everything to keep you occupied for many an hour; if it was stuck in the centre of Manchester, where you could escape into the City for respite, we'd go there every time. It gave me the opportunity to wear my new Adidas bottoms anyway and my boyfriend immediately put paid to my thoughts that the green bottoms would be difficult to match up; just wear a white t-shirt with them he said, so simple yet so perfect, why didn't I think of that?

Talking of which I did the absolute unthinkable, I bought another pair of Adidas Originals bottoms, I kid you not. A scarlet red pair, again in the sale and a size medium - now I normally take a size large to get the leg length, I've always thought a size medium would be too short for me. So I tried them on and they fit perfectly, both in waist and leg length, better than a size large to be honest - you live and learn. They also upset my boyfriend some because he bought the same pair a month or so ago for the best part of £45.00 and I picked them up for £25.00.

So to help cheer him up I bought him a gift from the Molton Brown shop; I forgot there was one in the Trafford Centre. I love Molton Brown and it's something my boyfriend has discovered and is beginning to love since using mine; the body washes in particular are awesome. My favourite one is the black pepper body wash, just the most heavenly scent you could ever imagine, but I've not had any for a while and my boyfriend has never experienced it. We went in on the pretence that I was buying something for myself, I found the black pepper body wash and next to it was a black pepper body lotion too which I've never seen before. We asked for a tester and oh my gosh it's absolutely gorgeous, the most beautiful scent ever; I can only imagine how good it is teamed up with the body wash. Suffice to say my boyfriend loved it too and I was ready to buy them both when we were informed that for an extra couple of quid you could get the body wash, body lotion and a soap bar all perfectly wrapped in a gift box; saving £10.00 in the process.

I paid up and the gift box was bagged up; as we walked out of the shop I commented on what a lovely gift it would make to which my boyfriend replied it would. "I'm glad you like it" I said before stopping and handing the bag to him; then I waited for the penny to drop. It was one of those moments where time seemed to go in slow motion, I was waiting in anticipation for what seemed like ages. But the look upon his face when it did was worth every single penny I paid, it was priceless; I first noticed it in his eyes, then it transferred to his face and it's a collectors item to find him stuck for words. He just stood there in silence shaking his head at me, so I nodded mine back and mouthed, "it's yours babes, it's for you." A smile lit up his face and if the Trafford Centre had failed to realise we were a couple beforehand then they were left in no doubt thereafter.

So not only have I got the most gorgeous looking boyfriend in the world but I'll soon have the most gorgeous smelling boyfriend too; and he's worth every single penny. Whatever the weather, it can't spoil our fun - I never realised rainy days could bring such joy.............

Beautiful morning

I made a promise to myself blogger world - I promised I wouldn't blog about sex this weekend; but promises are made to be broken right? So guess what this post is about........

Isn't morning sex just blissful, absolutely the best time of the day to have sex. I mean we're already in bed, already naked and as a result good to go! But there's something else, it's that just woken up feeling - bleary eyed, fuzzy minded and a real sleepy head kind of feeling; when you're not fully aware of anything but still so horny. I couldn't even string a sentence of words together this morning but I didn't forget how to have sex - it just comes kind of naturally at that time of day.

And why do guys wake up so horny in the morning, even when they've had their fulfilment before they went to sleep? Is this a guys only thing? Not that it worries me in the least for obvious reasons, but do girls wake up feeling horny? It just makes me wonder that's all. Whatever, it sets you up so well for the rest of day, it puts a spring in your step, a smile on your face and works up a hunger for breakfast - it makes you glad to be alive. There's also something that makes it much more of an organic experience early in the morning; makes the whole process more tender, more loving, more romantic and we just felt so in touch with each other; I don't know how to explain it any better.

I woke up first this morning and I turned to face my boyfriend who was still sleeping. I just lay there silently watching him for the longest while - he looked so peaceful and carefree; and just like him the moment was beautiful. When he eventually awoke, opened his eyes and saw me looking back at him, a smile grew across his face; I wished him a good morning and told him he looked beautiful. We kissed................

Adidas

The rest of my money I spent today went on clothing - Adidas Originals clothing to be exact, I think I need therapy because I'm addicted to the range. I mean how many tops or how many pairs of bottoms does a guy need to own? But each time I go into JD Sports, Footlocker or wherever they happen to sell the range I'll always find something I want, not that I need it, but I usually buy it anyway. I honestly can't help it, it just appeals to me, it's old-school super cool and so comfortable and easy to wear. I'm not alone in this boat either, I know both my boyfriend and girlfriend love the range too but they appear to have a certain control over their impulse.

So I bought a Firebird II track top in dark green...........

a pair of Firebird II bottoms in jade green..........

and a pair of Firebird I bottoms in slate grey.........

Truth be told I perhaps wouldn't have bought them all in they hadn't been in the sale; that's right the whole kit cost under £80.00, how I love JD Sports. Further truths told I probably wouldn't have bought the jade green bottoms at all because the colour will be so difficult to match with a t-shirt, but because they had a sale sticker on I couldn't help myself; they're a statement piece if nothing else. But I'm so glad I bought the last pair of bottoms - they were the cheapest too at £20.00 and are like a liquid fabric, so smooth and silky to touch. They feel wonderful on and it's heavenly to be touched and caressed through them, not that I bought them just for that but as my boyfriend and I both love such tactile fabrics it was a no-brainer as soon as we saw them on the sale rail and touched them. Our eyes just kind of lit up and trust me when I say they live up to their expectation.

Old bag

I was going to buy an Adidas Originals bag today, my boyfriend has one already and I'm very envious of it. It's proper old-school and as a result impossibly cool - it's slung over his shoulder pretty much everywhere he goes and just looks the business. Then I saw the messenger bag in the photo and changed my mind immediately, we've never seen anything like it before and for a very good reason, it's unique.

It's made from the actual advertising banners that were hung up around Manchester for the International Festival earlier this month. Once the festival had passed they were taken down, cleaned and made into bags - isn't that just a top idea? Not only that but depending on how the banners were cut and which banners were used to make the bag everyone of them is unique; and as there are only a limited number of banners it makes it a limited edition bag too.

As soon as I saw this one with the banner that makes up the flap cut perfectly to depict the Manchester International Festival 09 I was handing over £30.00. I think it's a bargain for a unique, limited edition, environmentally friendly bag - the shoulder strap is even made from recycled car seat belts.

To decorate the shoulder strap I bought some pin badges to go with some I already have. I think they're also pretty unique and there's a photo of them below, they tell there own story don't they? The best pin badge I've posted separately on PFN, it had us both in hysterics in the shop when we saw it, just the funniest pin badge we've ever seen; and that one is not unique - my boyfriend bought one too.

We ♡ Manchester

Isn't Manchester just fantastic, what a great City filled with great people and what an awesome place to shop and party. Shop is what we have done today, oh my gosh we've spent some money but that's what it's for - to spend. What a great day and I'll fill you in on some of the stuff we bought later, but first.........

We've been walking around Manchester all day today holding hands everywhere we went, giving each other the odd kiss and very few people batted an eyelid nor did we encounter any abuse. It's one of the first times we've done it so obviously and so much outside of the gay village. I just love how it's become so socially acceptable for two guys to show their love and affection to one another in public; it gives me great hope and it truly has made our day. I've never got to grips with the problem some people have with two guys fancying each other nor with the fact how we have to hide it for fear of homophobia - why should anyone have to live in fear because of their feelings? Love should be celebrated, I mean if we want to hold hands in public we should be able to; and as we both love holding hands we went for it.

It's just so liberating, I imagine straight couples can't envisage just how liberating, but it's awesome. Just to let our true feelings be known to the World, to feel my boyfriends hand in mine, to be proud of ourselves and each other, to just feel so happy. We were sat in Starbucks having a coffee and watching the world go by outside whilst talking and holding hands. My boyfriend leaned over to whisper something in my ear which made us both laugh and as he pulled away I turned and pecked him on the cheek. It's a nondescript moment apart from the fact that there were many people around us and I know some of them saw us but there was no reaction - that's the real story of the day.

Manchester we love you...............

Innocent

Good morning Blogger world I trust the weekend finds the sun shining down into your world? It is in mine both physically and metaphorically speaking; it's a beautiful morning. You find me accompanied with a headache this morning, I only had three beers last night and I was gone - I am very much out of practice. We stayed in last night and watched "The Last House On The Left - Uncut" it's quite a sinister movie and despite it's age it still has the power to shock; it's not an out and out scary horror movie but more like a depiction of the depths of human depravity, my boyfriends hand remained intact throughout! We can both understand why it remained cut and banned (I think it was banned) for so long - one of the notorious video nasties.

Anyway, as promised and the real reason I'm posting, is to show off my new t-shirt I ordered from the United States; isn't it just so sweet, I love it and so does my boyfriend. It suits me so much don't you think? I love the print of the boy - the air of innocence it portrays, the expression upon his face, just so cute. I'm wearing it today whilst we're going shopping into Manchester, that's me, so innocent and pure as driven snow, or is it............

You see I've teamed the t-shirt up with a pair Adidas Originals bottoms, which literally are as pure as snow, because they're white; and as such it makes them kind of translucent. Hence, any illusions of innocence my t-shirt gives is immediately quashed by casting your eyes downwards - I think they're proper horny, like the shorts I wore a couple of months back. Gosh, I am such a tease and an exhibitionist, is it possible to be an innocent exhibitionist? I guess as I'm fully aware of what I'm doing the answer would be of a negative polarity. What do you think of my pants by the way? You can check them out without me having to lower my bottoms; you know what I mean right? I certainly know someone else who does.................

Random acts

Random acts of human kindness break my heart in two; be it on television, in a film or a book. Wherever they occur and whoever they occur to it just reduces me to tears in an instant; it pulls at my heart strings, makes some kind of connection and is just such a pure, honest, translucent statement. It reminds me that despite all the badness portrayed through the media and seen with my own eyes in the world around me there is still hope.

My boyfriend arrived about one hour ago, in my eyes he is the sun that shines hope into my world - it was just so good to see him. I held him and kissed him for the longest time, to just feel his body in my arms was the best feeling ever; I was right the weekend is going to be great. He brought his stuff inside and I was just about to shut the front door when he stopped me and said, "Hang on a minute babes, I've forgotten something" before disappearing back through the front door to his car.

Not thinking anything of it I left him to it, he returned a few seconds later, I've never cried so much for all the right reasons before.................

Isn't he just the most adorable thing in the world? Or should I say the second the most adorable thing in the world - the first being the guy who bought it for me. Just the sweetest, kindest and most beautiful guy ever - my boyfriend. I love you too babes xoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Stating the obvious

What a difference a day makes blogger friends and what a difference a late night telephone conversation makes - and the answer if you're waiting on one is a world of difference! I've been back to my normal, happy self today and it's shone through; I've had a great day at work and I just love to be able to smile again.

I guess the arrival of the weekend has kept its promise and worked wonders; because that means the imminent arrival of my boyfriend, here's not here yet but he soon will be and he'll be all mine all weekend long. I cried last night, on three separate occasions, twice whilst posting comments on here and once when he phoned me - they were all tears of joy. His words just touch me so much as I know mine do to him and although he doesn't mean to reduce me to tears I know he likes me showing that sensitive side and he never criticises me for it (which is a good job really). Some guys are scared of that kind of emotion, my guy is not................

Anyway I've got a feeling it's going to be a great weekend because luck, not that we need any, is really shining down. Upon finishing work I took a trip to Sainsburys to pick up some further weekend essentials and as I started to walk home with two full bags of shopping I heard the sound of a car horn behind me. I turned around and Helen had pulled over to the side of the road and asked if I wanted a lift home, what's a guy supposed to do in such instances? Accept of course! So that saved my legs and my arms from any unnecessary strain and as a by product has kept them in premium shape for their workout later on! Then upon my arrival home I found a t-shirt I'd ordered from the United States had arrived, perfect timing for me to wear at some point over the weekend. The print on the t-shirt is just the sweetest ever - when I wear it and if I get some time I'll get a photo of it posted up somewhere on here.

So all afternoon I've been singing this song, I've no idea how it got in my mind but it's the most perfect song for such a day. I appreciate I'm guilty of stating the obvious.........

Coleslaw

I'm tired blogger world, desperately tired both mentally and physically - I honestly think this has been the cause of my continuing unhappiness at work. It's made me uncommunicative, distant, irritable and super sensitive; it's been that bad I've lost my cool on a couple of occasions which is mega rare. Hence, stuff I would normally just shrug off has stuck with me and made me unhappy; and as I don't like being unhappy, well it's been playing on my mind........

The weekend can't come around quickly enough, I've been urging it on since early this week and it's not helped, the days have just dragged and dragged - but isn't that always the way when you're looking forward to something so much? To just enjoy a couple of days away from work and a couple of days with my boyfriend to do what we want, when we want in complete and utter privacy without any interruptions or harassment will be bliss. The thought makes me happy, he makes me happy and I know it will make all this suffering seem worthwhile.

You know he's spent the past couple of nights on the phone to me making sure I'm okay and cheering me up; and one thing struck me cold. It's not the fact that he's very kind, thoughtful and selfless because I know that already and I appreciate it so very much, it was something far more subtle. It struck me that during times when I find it difficult to navigate myself through this world, when I find it difficult to see or make sense of the things going on around me; he guides me to safety. I kid you not and I don't think I can explain it any better but his advice and words of comfort help me immensely, despite the problems occurring in my own little world and in my own mind, his words ring so true. I guess he knows me better than I do myself, I mean I'm not an easy guy to understand and get to know, particularly when things are troubling me. To be honest it humbled me because it made me realise how far we have come, together, I love him very much.

I went shopping in Marks & Spencer today and found myself putting a tub of coleslaw in my basket, it put a smile on my face and was one of brighter times of my day. Isn't it amazing what a tub of coleslaw can do? I've never been so happy to see a tub of coleslaw in my shopping basket before...................

That's all

Today started off badly blogger world, it must have been a sign of things to come and I wish I'd have taken heed. It was nothing seriously bad to be honest it was my sensitive and protective side coming to the forefront again; but still.............

When I arrived at work I realised I'd forgotten to put my ring on this morning, it's a ring my boyfriend bought me and it's the first time I've ever forgotten to wear it. I felt bare without it like a part of me was missing - I love the ring because it always reminds me of my boyfriend when we're not together and I think it's a great comfort to me. It gives me strength when stuff gets to me I just look at or touch the ring and he's with me, supporting me every step of the way. I got upset with myself too for being so stupid in forgetting to put in on and even considered returning home to rectify my mistake, but I didn't.

The rest of the day well, I just consider myself a normal, everyday kind of guy because that's all I am; if you read through this blog it's nothing special - there's no major life changing stories to be told. It's me going about my day to day life as I've always done, nothing more and nothing less. I share with you all lots of stuff which I don't consider especially interesting and always what I'm comfortable with sharing - that's my one golden rule and I think why I like this form of communication and why I continue to invest a little of my time most days to keep this thing current.

Hence it unsettles me when my private life comes under scrutiny, as it has done at work over the last couple of days, but particularly today. I just don't understand why my colleagues deem my private life to be so interesting that they have this need to go digging for the truth that has already been presented to them. Because my private life is just how I choose to live it - it has no bearing on my work, it's private and should be respected as such and if they choose to ignore my truth and go off in search of some other mystical tale that doesn't even exist then I've no idea what they're hoping to find in me.

I'm sick of the misunderstandings, it was fun at first but the joke has kind of worn thin over time; besides I still do not trust certain colleagues to treat the truth with dignity and respect. I'm just a guy who fancies other guys, who found a boyfriend, who made him happy (and who has just had fantastic sex with him) - it's that simple. I don't function well when my personal life comes under pressure, that's all..........

Bog roll blog

For the eagle eyed amongst my readers you may have noticed a new blog I'm following - I've listed in the blogs I read section to the left, it's called @rtinloo. It was brought to my attention in an article in the Metro newspaper last week and appeared to be different, quirky and just the thing that appeals to me.

It's basically a blog where people are encouraged to write down their thoughts through words, drawings or both on a piece of toilet paper whilst they're using the toilet. It's a great principle don't you think? Well, I do anyway - I find when I'm taking a dump my mind just kind of wanders and all sorts of random stuff appears, I guess it's just that quiet, personal time when I find myself alone and free to think of anything. I'm certain I'm not alone in this behaviour and if you're honest you're going to think of anything barring the act of taking a dump aren't you? Unless you're kind of weird or have some bizarre fetish..........

So yesterday whilst taking a dump I indulged myself, took up the challenge and made up my own toilet paper art, using words and drawings to display the thoughts on my mind. Now I'm not an artist, far from it, I can't draw to save my life but I thought the end result was just so sweet and childlike to be honest; both in its' artistic value and the thoughts it portrayed. I took a photo of my handy work and emailed it to the blog whereupon checking it out tonight it's made it - my toilet paper art is on the internet, it's famous, it's official, I'm an artist!!

If you've not already found it here's the direct link to my art:

http://artinloo.tumblr.com/post/145180890

Yes, I know I think about him a lot, even when I'm taking a dump, but in my defence I can't help it, I love him. Sorry boyfriend...................

Boyfriend tag

My boyfriend must have gained some tips from watching the movie last night because when we retired to the bedroom last night (retired is such a wrong use of a verb on this occasion) and got passionate he appeared to turn into a zombie. Not that his flesh started to rot away and the beauty of life disappeared from his eyes but he did make some strange grunting and groaning noises like a zombie (that's so wrong - sorry!) He also appeared to gain an appetite for flesh (hang on - not that) because once again he decided to snack upon my neck.

This is nothing unusual he has of late found it necessary to leave lasting impressions upon various parts of my anatomy; not that I complain because I enjoy the pleasure and the pain derived from the process. But whereas most of them have been out of view when I'm fully clothed my latest one was evident for everyone to see; and I mean everyone! Yes, were talking about love bites again dear readers or as I've learnt today a new description for them - boyfriend tags; what a fantastic name for them and if the hat fits...........

To be honest I didn't think much of it until I got to work this morning, fastened the collar of my shirt to put my tie on and noticed the collar did not cover it at all. Now the photo of it doesn't look too bad, I took it tonight so perhaps it's faded some but it looked horrendous earlier, kind of scarlet red and it stood out like the sore patch of skin it is. I tried my best to hide it from my colleagues but to no avail, there's only so much of standing or sitting sideways on so it doesn't show.

Ian noticed it first and so ensued some awkward questions: what's that on the side of your neck? Lets' have a closer look, and when the penny dropped; who's given you that? I didn't know what to say to be honest (for those not in the know Ian is one of the dreaded, narrow minded male members of the management team that I've not come out to) so I just collapsed in a nervous bout of laughter. With my lack of response he decided to come up with his own answers which were predictable and hilarious: Was it Girlfriend? Was it Angharad? Was it Tracey? Or was it Mat? Girlfriend was at the top of the list thankfully - thank the lord for small mercies. But still I refused to be drawn...........

So he changed strategies, was it a woman or a man? I gave in and told him - it was................. GIRLFRIEND! Only joking boys and girls - hold on to your hats; but I did confirm that is was a man. I didn't tell him anymore and he didn't enquire any further, in fact he surprised me by congratulating me and saying well done. I'm glad it's out to be honest, I was sick to the back teeth of all the misunderstandings, I have nothing to be ashamed of and it has absolutely no bearing on anyone other than myself and my boyfriend.

The remainder of the day was spent attempting and failing miserably in trying to cover up the boyfriend tag. I do not jest when I say everyone noticed it - I walked past the information desk at quite a pace and quite a distance from it and heard the shriek of "Oh my god what's that on your neck?" echoing quite clearly down the mall; John asked me if the person responsible was still at my house and could he have a go? (Which confuses me incredibly as I know he knows I'm gay! The answer he got was a clear NO regardless!) Enzo, Snapper, Zoe, Jackie, Cleaners, some random guy, the list goes on...........................

It livened up an otherwise boring day.

It's our fault!

Good evening Blogger world I trust you've all had a real nice weekend? I've been working again, the third week straight and counting; tomorrow sees the start of my fourth consecutive week of work without a day off but that run is soon coming to an end - I'm off next weekend and I can't wait! Not that it's stopped me seeing my boyfriend nor having a great deal of fun and happy times but I have been feeling tired of late, particularly this weekend, but it's always worth it.

My boyfriend was with me last night, we stayed in and watched a movie together; I used to often worry that just doing normal things with him like this would bore him, that he'd want to be out in the bars and clubs of Manchester every weekend, and I'd lose him as a result. It's funny how time changes those perceptions because such perceptions were way off the mark........

Anyway we watched "Dawn Of The Dead - Directors Cut" on dvd - the remake of the original George A Romero classic, how I love the original, how I love all the "Dead" movies directed by George, just the very best zombie genre movies ever committed to celluloid, I cannot think of any other director that can compete. I've had the movie for at least one year and this is the first time I've got round to watching it and I'm sorry to say it's not unusual - I've got loads of movies that I've bought over the past year or so that I've yet to watch; I'll buy them in the sale and then file them away.

Back to the film, it's got the best opening sequence of any horror movie I've ever seen - seriously. It starts at a frantic pace, setting the apocalyptical theme of the movie perfectly and is so scary; I mean toilet inducing scary, absolutely awesome! We were sat together watching it on the sofa, holding hands as normal (we so love holding hands - oh bless) and I'm scared, so as a result and as is normal in such circumstance my grip on my boyfriends hand is tightening. I don't know I'm doing it, I'm enthralled in the movie and I just need the support to get me through the scariness of it all. It's left to my boyfriend to point out the fact that he really likes having two functioning hands to remind me to loosen my grip.

The opening sequence leaves us breathless and with high hopes for the remainder of the movie - unlucky; because it slides away into mediocrity soon after leaving us both kind of disappointed. It's not a bad film truth be told and it's very watchable but it just can't live up to the opening; and some of the scenes in the film do beggar belief - you have to suspend your common sense and not try to question it otherwise it could be viewed as stupid. That said I'd still recommend watching it purely for the opening sequence; however we did learn one thing through the movie.

There's a scene where the humans seeking refuge in the Shopping Mall (look I've gone all American) are watching the television to keep up to date with the news of the zombie invasion and it segues to an interview with some black preacher man who kindly informs us the dead are rising back to life because of, amongst other things but most pointedly, man on man relations! That was the preachers chosen terminology, if I recall correctly, for gay sex which I guess means that god was so pissed off with guys like me and my boyfriend finding each other sexually attractive and doing what comes naturally to us that he brought the dead back to life to eat us all. Not that we were offended nor felt guilty by it, quite the contrary in fact; and despite it being a horror film that scene had us both in fits of laughter.

So the next time you're walking down the street and you're attacked and eaten alive by a bunch of flesh eating zombies with your dying breath remember to curse my boyfriend and I because apparently it's our fault!

Flattery.....

I think my boyfriend just enjoyed himself and I know I certainly did - gosh did I and normal service has resumed between us. It's very rare (if ever) that I share any of the small talk between us because I think it's way too personal and as a result way off the mark of what I'm comfortable with sharing with you all dear readers.

You may criticise because I do share perhaps the most personal attributes of our relationship with you all, namely sex. But I don't find that at all out of bounds, I don't know why but I like to celebrate this, it should be celebrated, perhaps not publicly admittedly but I'm cool with it. I guess I just look upon it as a physical act, it's something the vast majority of us all do and even though I appreciate it is now more than just a physical act of lust with my boyfriend, it's embroiled with love, care and affection as our relationship grows I still like to rejoice the feel good factor we both derive from it.

This kind of crosses the divide slightly but it is just so awesome I have to record it and hence share it here. Earlier this evening we'd just finished having sex and we were lay together kissing and cuddling in the hazy afterglow of our physical excursions. The small talk between us started when my boyfriend paid me the best compliment ever; now I'm pretty certain it was just his mind not engaging before his mouth did and truth be told he has paid me much better compliments but I regard them as too personal. Nevertheless it's made my night; I took it as a very kind compliment and it made me chuckle; when my boyfriend realised what he'd said he joined in the laughing too.

I'm not just sharing this to show off, perhaps it's something that isn't really too good to be proud of, but if the truth needs to be spoken then you can always count on someone close to tell you. He said, "your body was made to take cock!" In my heart of hearts I kind of knew that already but it was comforting to have that fact confirmed; besides flattery will get you anywhere........

and then.......

......... I kissed him.

Which is nothing unusual boys and girls because he is my boyfriend after all, except I'm trying very subtly to denote a difference. Rach left us at late o'clock, we tidied up in a not-so-bothered kind of way before I took hold of my boyfriend pulled him close and kissed him. And we kissed, our hands explored, we kissed some more and I led him by the hand to the bedroom. As a by-thought aren't flats great places to live because everything is on one level and close by; there's no climbing stairs to get to the bedroom........

I don't know what was up with me last night, maybe it was that aura of spiritual love in the air, but I took the lead and the dominant role which is unusual. As you all know I'm normally submissive, it's my choice and my preference; I do switch occasionally but rarely out of choice and I often need to be coaxed into doing it. I just don't enjoy it as much, I guess I'm of a submissive nature and it shows even in my sexual preferences - it doesn't come natural to me. That said, I have switched more often of late with my boyfriend than at any other time, I feel more comfortable doing such with him because of the nature of our relationship and I appreciate it's good to spice things up some every now and then.

But still, last night I wasn't asked nor coaxed into it, I just sub-consciously took the lead without even thinking about it. I knew what I was doing but it just felt so natural and so enjoyable - it even took my boyfriend by surprise; as the proceedings gathered pace and it became clear what my intentions were he let out a surprised "oh". Without heading off into too much detail it was the best sex I've ever had whilst being on top - hand on heart just awesome; to feel myself become part of my boyfriend, to be in control and to be giving him so much pleasure - to see it in his eyes and hear it in his breath, oh my gosh. Now I understand implicitly why my boyfriend so loves being on top - I never used to but now I do. The orgasm that followed was just heavenly..................

A return to innocence

Good evening blogger world I hope I find you all happy, well and looking forward to the weekend? I hope you didn't miss me too much last night either? As my previous post suggested I spent last night at my boyfriends, who along with Rach looked after me so much, what a divine evening spent with wonderful people. I don't think I could ever capture such times with any amount of words because such moments, as those last night are indescribable - it would be an injustice to even attempt it, you just had to be there to appreciate it, but I'll give it a go............

So my boyfriend picked me up from my house and whisked me around to his flat whereupon our arrival I was met by Rach with the biggest smile, hug and kiss I've ever received from a member of the opposite sex! It was quite a greeting, I mean I know it had been a while since I last saw her but still - she proper loves gay-boys, not that I'm complaining and it was a precursor to the rest of the night.

Tea was awesome, just the best tea ever and it did beat my boyfriends bangers and mash, sorry babes xo. She cooked, and excuse me if my description is incorrect or vague, steak in a wholegrain mustard glaze - I kid you not it's the best steak dish I've ever eaten, period! Just the most tasty way to serve a steak, if that had been in a restaurant I'd have wanted to see the chef responsible and I'd have bought him/her a drink. But if that wasn't good enough it was served with home made chips - proper thick cut fresh chips and onion rings; if food was sex I'd have had multiple orgasms. My boyfriend was right, Rach is a wizard in the kitchen and then some - no wonder if we're not together he spends so much time with her, I don't blame him!

But it was more than the food, it was the whole affair that made it so spectacular. The lights dimmed, the curtains drawn, the rain falling onto the windows and three friends sat around the dining table - eating, drinking, talking, laughing and just enjoying each others company. That feeling of companionship and friendship is just incredibly heartening, it's so very simple but means much more than the sum of its' parts.

Afterwards we retired to the living room and whilst listening to background music we talked, laughed and drank some more - telling tales of life, love, crazy nights out and everything in between; and whereas straight people aren't normally too keen to hear the details of gay life, well it was nice just to be able to let it all go......... Perhaps it helped that we all fancied guys, I don't know, but it was a refreshing change. Thereafter we commenced a game of Uno and what a top game it is; I've never played it before but what fun and so addictive - all sat around the coffee table trying our best to outdo each other. If you're unfamiliar or you've never played the game before I urge you to try it but be warned, as I've mentioned it's so addictive and time just flies.

So I drank too much and stayed up way late for a work night but it was worth it, if we'd all been off today I think the night may have never ended and truth be told I didn't want it to end. I do not lie boys and girls when I say the room was filled with an aura of spiritual love, I could feel it heavy in the air, falling down from the ether, from some higher plane and I've only ever felt that feeling twice before in two distinctly different places. Maybe it's my sensitivity or something I don't know but it's the honest truth I can feel such emotions in the air and I did feel it last night, it's the most special feeling in the world but it didn't surprise me. I was just so at ease, comfortable, peaceful and happy with my surroundings last night, the most I've ever been in recent memory. It was like a refuge where I could just be myself, where those around me just loved me for what I am and would never judge, hurt or ridicule me.

It reminded me of childhood, of long summer days, of being loved without question, of a life without fear or trepidation - it was a return to innocence.............................

It's a date

My boyfriends just phoned up and invited me round to his flat tomorrow evening for tea; isn't that the sweetest thing ever? I'm talking of the inviting me round bit - like I'd say anything but yes, like I'd sooner be doing anything else than spending time with him, but still he asked so politely, gosh just so delightful! Not only that but Rach will be there too and she'll be cooking for us, these days are treating me so very kind! I love going to other peoples homes, being a guest and looked after for a while; and despite the fact that I've been to my boyfriends on numerous occasions I still look upon it as treat, as something different.

I'm so looking forward to it, it's just wonderful news - two of my favourite people in the world and we all get on so well together. I've not seen Rach in the longest while, too long to be honest and she's been bugging us both to sort something out for many a week. Well we finally got around to it and I think it's the best way to meet up - sat down together over a meal, just perfect! I've also been reliably informed that she is a dab hand in the kitchen and can cook up a storm; whether it can beat my boyfriends bangers and mash (no pun nor sexual innuendo intended) is open to debate but time will tell.

If you've not already guessed boys and girls, it's a date!

Turn to cold

I was almost late for work this morning - I slept through the alarm, it's a good job my boyfriend heard it and shook me awake. Perhaps if my boyfriend had not been with me last night I may have actually heard the alarm go off - he kept me awake until pretty late last night! Not that I'm complaining and I would never have it any other way, if I'm going to lose any sleep it's the most pleasurable way to do it!

It was 06:15 and I was due to start work at 07:00, now I'm not normally a morning person, I'm usually terrible first thing - my brain nor my body does not usually start functioning until a couple of hours after I've awoken. As girlfriend has said on numerous occasions I do look awful first thing in a morning, which is a fair comment (that sounds awful doesn't it? I can hear you all asking how come girlfriend knows I look awful first thing - it's not as it seems I promise!)

Despite the rude awakening I found myself fully awake and alert within seconds, probably because I felt seriously horny and it showed! There was no denying the fact, there was no lie detector test needed it was so evident; again probably due to the fact that I had one hot and sexy guy that is my boyfriend lay beside me in bed. The thoughts running through my mind were matched only by the blood running down to my nether regions - oh my gosh, I don't think I've ever woken so horny before in my life; and it was all wasted.

With time against me and work beckoning there was no choice in the matter; there was only one thing that I wanted to do but instead I found myself in the shower, alone. I turned the water temperature control to cold.....................

Apart from the obvious

Ok, so we've received a question via email from Rach, a very interesting and thoughtful question - one which we're not used to receiving or answering, well not on here anyway. But in true pioneer spirit we'll give it a go. I guess I should mention for all those not in the know Rach is my boyfriends best friend and one of my girlfriends - I have three girlfriends now, two you're aware of and my new girlfriend Gill. She became my newest girlfriend after sending me a text reply to a photo I sent her on Sunday night, it had my boyfriend and I in fits of laughter; I may post her comment on the skimpy shorts post the photo originated from.

Anyway Rach asked us both the following question, "Apart from the obvious what do you find most attractive about each other?" It's a very good question and you can tell that she knows us both too by the "apart from the obvious" part of the question, such a killjoy! So whilst trying to keep it clean here goes..........

Me:

The first thing that struck me was how cute he was - seriously cute and I'm a sucker for cute guys; he made me go weak at the knees.

His eyes - he has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I'm transfixed by them, I could stare for hours into his eyes.

His smile - I've never seen him without a smile and he looks so cheeky with it too. It's infectious too I just want to smile back at him.

His mid-rift - gosh my second favourite part of his body barring the obvious. I just love that bit of his body between the waistline and chest - to just see it turns me on so much but to run my hands over it and to kiss it is heavenly.

His chest - to lay my head upon his chest when we're lay together and look up to his face whilst whispering sweet nothings to each other.

His arms - I love cuddles and to feel his arms cuddled around me is the best feeling in the world. I just feel so safe, secure and comfortable in his arms.

His character - he's been my rock, seriously. His comfort, advice and support has turned me into a much better person, has helped me through many a difficult time and made me see that asking for help is not a sign of weakness.

I'm sure there's lots I've missed out but I've taken long enough already, boyfriend over to you.....

Boyfriend

i like to speak things rather than write them. but when we first met i remember him being quiet and shy and i liked that. i dont like guys that are in your face and loud. it took alot of time to get to know him properly and it was like a proper date. each time id learn a little more and hed open up more. it was like a journey i could see the change in him and see him more confident with himself all the time.

im not copying whats been wrote but i do like his eyes. they never lie even when hes quiet or forcing a smile i can see the truth there. they take in so much of whats around him and speak so much even when he doesnt.

he makes me laugh with his silly sense of humour. i never forget the last weekend we went out and we were crying with laughter at nothing.

when he speaks from the heart it makes me so happy. he says beautiful things that he takes for granted. i dont take them for granted i treasure them. when he speaks without thinking is best like a window into his soul. all his secrets he once wouldnt tell.

i love to hold his hand. it makes me happy to know he wants to be with me and trusts me.

his whole body is perfect. his legs and his bum just make me so horny i love to feel them up lol.

his sensitivity is best. i know at times he thinks it a bad thing but its not. he can get hurt easy but i think its beautiful. i wanted a boyfriend that i could take care of. that wanted to be loved and liked romantic things. i like to hold him in my arms and watch him fall to sleep. sometimes he cries when i tell him how much he means to me. but im only telling the truth :-D

Moved to tears

I found the video posted below on youtube last night, I was just kind of surfing the internet with my boyfriend and stumbled across it. It's Tom Waits singing "Waltzing Matilda" on The Old Grey Whistle Test from 1977; as you may know I love Tom but up until last night I've never heard this song. My boyfriend on the other hand doesn't really get him (I've played quite a bit of Tom whilst my boyfriend has been with me), which is fine, he is an acquired taste, I think you either love him or you hate him. I just think he's an absolute genius, unique and the world has never seen nor will ever see anything like him again - he's completely out there on his own.

So it started playing and I was just awestruck, totally and utterly awestruck both by the performance and the song. I sat in silence just staring at the screen then I noticed something - my boyfriend had gone very quiet too, I looked to my right and like me he was just mesmerised by it. It surprised me because he's not a fan but it didn't surprise me because it is the most haunting performance of any song by any artist that I've ever seen - I think, as it did last night, it just crosses any boundaries you care to think of.

As we continued to watch and listen it moved me to tears - I kid you not, the tears welled up in my eyes and began rolling down my cheeks - it's the most beautiful song I've ever heard and just made an instant connection within my heart and soul. My boyfriend noticed my tears and took my hand in his, I guess to comfort me, but it just made me worse. It was a perfect sentiment to be sat together, holding hands whilst watching something that is so heart wrenching. This is our song.........

Milestones

Good evening Blogger friends may I take this opportunity to say a very big THANK YOU to all those that take the time to read this here blog because I've reached a milestone - my profile has been viewed 1000 times; that's just my profile page! I've always been curious as to how many views this actual blog gets, hence why I added a visitor counter to the blog page itself and in the couple of weeks it's been up were closing in on 300.

It blows my mind, seriously, - I really didn't realise my life was that interesting, I'm just a normal guy living a normal life; and to be honest the blog was started on a whim, I just thought I'd give it a go and see how it went. I never thought I'd have so much to write about, that I wanted to share just by doing things I've pretty much always done; I mean I work crazy hours for weeks on end and that take a couple of days off here and there - that in itself is nothing to write about. So I guess I do more nice things and have more fun in my free time than I realise; but as it's my life and that's how I've been living it without much thought, until it's documented you do just kind of take it for granted.

I never thought I'd be so brave either - I've shared a great deal of personal times and thoughts on here; at first it was a great help because it was my outlet and there were some bad times I was going through. I've made mistakes too - some of the stuff I should never have published, it didn't belong on here and I almost lost a very good friend because of it on more than one occasion. But I learned and I grew stronger and happier; I didn't do it on my own though - I fell in love.....................

My mood and my mindset has changed remarkably, it can be charted quite clearly if you read through my blog. I came out as gay on this blog, it was the best thing I've ever done in my life - not only for being true to myself and my family but it also gave me the opportunity to realise that true friends will not let that affect their opinion of you. I found the truest friendship with girlfriend - just the best friend I could ever hope to have in my life, whose love, support, understanding and forgiveness is never ending - even when I myself am not the best friend in the world.

Then, well I fell in love - I met my boyfriend to be, it wasn't intended to work out as it did - I wasn't looking to fall in love but it happened and truth be told I just couldn't resist, I was smitten after I got to know him. He's just helped me so much, he's the main reason for the change to the better in me; I have learned so much about how to live life with his guidance, just so much. I could write page after page as to how and why but it's all pretty much been documented in the archive. He stopped me from whoring around too because after sex with him there really is no comparison - well none that I have known. My lover, my guardian and my guiding light - oh my..................

So thanks again for reading this thing I do and whatever connection it makes out there in Blogger land I hope it keeps you entertained; if it has helped just one person during a bad time then that's a job well done. Thanks for all your emails, comments, questions, messages of support and generally being a part of this great mystery I call life. Peace and love to you all xxxxxxxxxxxx.

Skimpy shorts

I was talking to Gill about this a couple of weeks ago, I've no idea how our conversation turned to the subject of skimpy shorts but it did. Anyway she asked if I would wear such shorts and I told her yes I would and indeed do; not all the time but there is a time and a place for them. My boyfriend and I think they're seriously hot - to see a hot guy in a pair of skimpy shorts that leave little to the imagination is awesome; but to see each other in a pair is like feeding time at the zoo! In fact during my recent holiday abroad I wore a pair of skimpy Bjorn Borg satin swim shorts most days - now they are awesome, seriously high cut and so smooth and silky - it's a good job they have a built in mesh liner to keep everything under control.............

So imagine our surprise when we found this on Yahoo news tonight - it's official, men are jumping on the bandwagon and buying skimpy shorts; oh happy days, there could be some nice sights ahead! Although they mention Christian Ronaldo and Bruno for starting the trend, I personally don't think that's correct; if you cast your mind back a while dear readers I think you'll find a post with a photo of me in pair of skimpy Adidas shorts, so what's going on? I mean credit where credit's due I think if ITN did their research thoroughly they'd find out it was me that started this trend off first. Me a trend setter can you imagine that? And can you imagine what I'd have men walking around in if I was? Not a lot!

Regardless of anything I do not, as the news item suggests, wear skimpy shorts to embrace my metrosexuality; I wear them to embrace my homosexuality! And whatever Christian Ronaldo can do I can do better (barring diving on a grass surface and earning obscene amounts of money) and to prove it, well I posted another photo of me in another pair of Adidas skimpy shorts. Any excuse I know but it works..........

Skimpy shorts sales soar - Yahoo! News UK

Fixing a smile

What a difference 30 minutes makes, you would just have no idea; I had a crap day at work it was boring, colleagues were ripping me big time and I took offence, I spent the majority of my day alone and not wanting any human contact. I was going to blog at work about how crap it was but in hindsight I'm glad I didn't.

My boyfriend was waiting for me when I got home and he could tell I'd not had the best day at work - my smile had disappeared, so we sat down and talked it through - it's nothing major and I know my colleagues do not mean to cause offence when they joke of my sexuality, but still I took offence. It was good to get the crap out of my system, to talk to someone, to see a friendly smile and feel a tender kiss. Once I'd cleared my mind my boyfriend then set about fixing my smile; he told me to cheer up and playfully pushed me on the shoulder to which I pushed him back and then.............

We started play fighting - pushing, shoving and grappling with each other until my boyfriend unleashed his secret weapon (careful boys and girls NOT THAT secret weapon) he got in close and started to tickle me. It was game over within seconds I was transformed into a gibbering wreck, I was unable to defend myself against the onslaught, I was screaming and laughing like a girl and eventually hit the floor defeated. That's the end result in the photo but it didn't really end there.

My boyfriend returned and sat astride my chest to continue the attack until I literally found it difficult to breathe from screaming and laughing whereupon he stopped tickling and we started kissing, touching and feeling. Just for that moment time appeared to go in slow motion - my boyfriend sat astride my chest pinning me to the floor, his lips pressed against mine and the look in his eyes, oh my - his eyes just so beautiful. I kid you not despite the rising sexual tension between us and all the horny thoughts racing round in my head I was lost in his eyes, just transfixed on the softness and the love pouring out from them - it's a vision that's still imprinted clearly on my mind.

We made love right there on the floor in the living room it was the only thing we could do, it was like the only thing we knew - it was perfect, my boyfriend fixed my smile.............

Mysteries of life

Good evening Blogger world tonight you find me pretty much back to my normal self - I feel less reflective and subdued than I have been of late; and don't worry about the title of this post I've not all of a sudden become a fan of Stephen Hawkins nor desire to bore you with the metaphysics of life. (Metaphysics where did that come from? What a top word - I'm really excelling myself tonight, words with a syllable count over three - oh my gosh!)

My folks were down today, I was working but they visited work for the majority of the afternoon to see me. It was fantastic to see them as always, we had lunch together, coffees together and went shopping together; but most importantly we laughed, joked and smiled together - you can really feel the love between us just by doing ordinary things. There's a warmth and familiarity that just cuts through us and binds us together, it's the most wonderful of feelings and very similar to the times I'm with my boyfriend but on some different kind of plane - family love and boyfriend love are different after all. Anyway it has been a great afternoon but to make the day perfect.....................

My boyfriend is with me - OH YES! Since last weekend we've only seen each other once, it's been one of the worse weeks for seeing each other since we started out together, work schedules have a great deal to answer for my friends. Gosh, it's just so nice to be together again, as I mentioned earlier that feeling of warmth and familiarity is unbeatable - to feel so safe, secure, comfortable and happy being as one is beyond any recompense. Whatever my mood, whatever the day and whatever the weather he's always guaranteed to brighten it up - I love you babes xoxoxoxoxox.

We had pizza for tea tonight - I picked a couple of double pepperoni pizzas up from Marks & Spencer and at the bequest of my boyfriend some coleslaw. What an awesome call boys and girls, how good is coleslaw with pizza? I'll tell you, it's beyond words, just a fantastic combination, a marriage made in heaven. How such a simple side dish can have such an effect is mind blowing - it turns a very good pizza into some kind of gourmet food-fest. Who can up with such a crazy idea, to team up coleslaw with pizza because they shouldn't belong together and to prove it you never see pizza next to coleslaw in the supermarket chillers, fair comment?

I guess pizza and coleslaw could be seen as an allegory (another top word, are you keeping up readers?) to gay love. Some believe that boy on boy love is incorrect and two guys shouldn't belong together; but like pizza and coleslaw two guys make a fantastic combination. It's one of the mysteries of life....................