Urban edge

Good morning boys and girls, it's Saturday morning, I'm with my baby and we've got the weekend off together again. My central heating's working fine, there's no other household disaster and my baby and I are both happy and well; so let the day begin. The weather's warmed up some too, it was real dark when we got up this morning, we were up early today - for us anyway, it was just before 9 o'clock but even at that time it was still dark. The answer was the fact that it was overcast and raining but any remaining snow and ice that was remaining on the ground has disappeared, we both thought it was kind of strange as we looked out onto the back garden and we could see the lawn - it's the first time we've seen it in weeks.

There was a moment of sheer beauty this morning too, I kind of half woke and glanced at the clock to find it was 7.30, my baby was asleep on his side facing away from me, figuring it was way too early to get up I rolled over onto my side to go back to sleep, I cuddled right up into my baby's back and placed my arm over him. Now he says he doesn't remember doing this and he was as far as I'm aware fast asleep but as I placed my arm over him he pulled it in close to him and let out a kind of real contented, happy sigh. I guess it was involuntary or a sense memory or something but it was just a moment of absolute pure innocence, the sound he made was just so beautiful and to know he wanted me to be closer to him by pulling my arm into him, well it was just divine; he's such a beautiful guy and such a perfect boyfriend. In that moment all the love we share just burst right out into the open, there were no words or actions, nothing, just a feeling of being so in love...........

We've had breakfast, the rain has stopped and we're just about ready to head on out into Manchester as soon as my baby has finished getting ready - it's not his fault I was kind of hogging the bathroom some this morning. But it was worth it, my baby thinks I look seriously cool today and loves what I'm wearing; he says it's a real urban look - kind of rough around the edges, it is a compliment and it's very much appreciated. I mean, I don't try too hard and neither of us are real hardcore fashion followers; we dress as we want, to suit our mood and as long as we're comfortable with it then that's all that matters. But anyway, an edgy urban look sounds just fine to go walking around the streets of Manchester, it suits the occasion well. It's been so long since we've been out shopping into Manchester, we're both seriously looking forward to the day ahead, there's been lots of smiles, laughter and kisses this morning, it tells its own story. How we love going shopping together, we love it almost as much as we love each other and almost as much as we love sex; there you go, that's the story told!

I'm sporting a pair of my new pants from Bjorn Borg today, I did tell you we recently ordered some more from Figleaves during their sale didn't I? I'm sure I did and before you start being judgemental, gay-boys need lots of nice pants, well the two in question today do anyway. But they do look awesome, come on you've got to admit it, I mean how could a feminine gay-boy resist a colour combination like that? Exactly, I couldn't, although that should read we couldn't because my baby ordered some in the same colour way too, yes we've got matching pants, it's sweet isn't it? Oh and my baby he's not feminine, I just thought I'd get that in there to avoid any confusion; he's sweet, kind, loving, loveable, sexy, gorgeous and cute as sin but he's not feminine.

Perhaps my choice of pants kind of distracts from my overall edgy look truth be told, I mean they're hardly urban are they? But you've got to be true to your roots at the same time so in respect they do the job - they hint at gayness! Not that the public of Manchester will probably see them to appreciate this fact and even if they were on show I think cuddling, kissing and holding onto my boyfriends hand would give the game away anyway. But for you, my faithful readers, you get to see what they don't; that's right the public of Manchester may not get to see my pants in all their glory but the rest of the World with an internet connection and a passing interest in this blog will. Have you ever known me to be shy in getting my kit off? It's a rhetorical question boys and girls, there's no need to answer something that is already public knowledge!

Wishing you all a great day, we'll check in with you later on; until then here's some loving wishes from my baby and I just for you xxxxxxxxxx.