A big gay fish in a small pond

This is a very quick Monday morning post before I head off to school.  After a week of balmy weather, we're back in a temporary deep freeze with temperatures of -30 C.  So here are some pictures from Hard in my Speedos to warm our thoughts.

A while back, a guy I was "dating"  (two restaurant dinners + one hookup at his house) described me as an "A-list Gay."  I don't have the slightest idea what he meant.

I mainly wear clothing from thrift shops supplemented with the odd item stolen from lost-and-found boxes, rarely brush my hair let alone use "product", and regularly show up at school with my shirt inside-out, wearing mismatched socks.

I'd consider designer Tom Ford to be an A-list Gay on the world scene.  For a Canadian gay A-list, I'd include one of the many high-ranking gay Canadian politicans such as Premier Kathleen Wynne or singer kd lang.

But soon, I will be rubbing elbows with the A-list gays in my remote hick town.  I've been accepted to serve on the organizing committee for our local Pride festivities!  Woo-hoo!  In fact, I think they want me to join two committees.... one dealing with LGBTQ issues all year long and one focused on Pride Week.  I may not have time for both.

I haven't meet most of the committee members yet but they are definitely the gay movers and shakers in town.  The list includes an elected politician, a teachers' union president, business leaders and people who head up social service agencies.

The committee also includes the gay 'power couple' I mentioned recently, the principal of our largest elementary school and his teacher-husband.

By serving on this committee, I will certainly meet LGBTQ folks from a wider circle than the people I usually deal with which could only be a good thing.  As well, I will be able to push forward the LGBTQ cause at a different level and continue my quest to be a great, gay role model for LGBTQ folks of all ages.
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On the hookup front, I found myself accidentally triple-booked for Sunday with men who were 25, 27 and 44, all of whom wanted to drive the 30 km to my house for some sexytime.  I had scheduled the 25 year old to visit me to visit me on Saturday but he was called into work so we rescheduled for Sunday.  He's a handsome, funny and quite chubby, a licensed practical nurse who is horny as hell and a bear-in-training.

I hadn't met the 27 year old before but he'd been messaging me for months on pof.com, "playing footsie", I call it.   He's employed, inexperienced, slim and handsome but perhaps not too smart judging from his profile name:  Frendly_Guy_1987.  lol

I had invited him over on Sunday but I meant last week, but he texted me yesterday saying that he was ready to come over, right then!

Then, I got a text from Miner Dude who was in town for the weekend from his home 300 km away.  Fun fact:  he works in a hard-rock mine which is 4.2 km deep!  He's the shy aboriginal guy who I've been with several times before, a sweet kisser and quite skilled in pleasuring men.

But it was no contest:   I ignored the text from the 27 year old  (I'll apologize to him today), told the 25 year old that we would get together another day and invited Miner Dude over for a few hours of sweet sexytime.  I now consider him a true Fuck Buddy, my first.