Thursday, February 27, 2014

Naked Men in the Snow

We've received more snow this month that in any February in our recorded weather history!  And we're entering another cold snap... -30 F tonight.   But spring will be just around the corner, surely!

To celebrate, here are some pictures of some lovely, naked men in the snow.  What I like the best about men:  so many of them never seem to grow up!   Always ready for some goofy fun!

I plan to take some selfie-naked-in-the-snow pics but only when the weather warms up considerably!

Some random thoughts:
1.      My school's Gay-Straight Alliance students and I have been asked to plan a first-ever, city-wide LGBTQ Youth Art Project on the theme of "Diversity."   The submissions are to be displayed during our Pride picnic in June.

Well, I presented our ideas to the Pride planning committee and they loved it!  Raves! They're very excited to have a high school teacher on the planning team because it gives them a contact in the schools;  ours is very much a youth-oriented event.

2.  One slight disappointment about my Pride committee is that it's made up of about 90% women, some lesbian and some "friends and family of".  At last night's meeting, only one other man showed up;   a cute, blue-eyed, chubby late 20s guy who offered to bring me a coffee. Very sweet!

I think it's women who are the organizers, the nurturers, the ones pushing for social change.  In my town at least, the gay men will only show up if: (1) it's a party where beer is served and (2) there's a chance of getting laid.

3.    Both my son and oldest daughter are living with me again after a month of being mainly alone; my daughter just for a week but my son seems to be here for a longer-term stay.  I wish I knew what was going on with my ex!

 I suspect they're fed up with her bossy, annoying ways but we have a pact of silence about her:  I don't ask and they don't tell.

All children of divorce HATE it when one parent pumps them for information about the other and I'm determined not to do it.

4.    Despite the cold weather, I am still getting a steady stream of offers, mainly from guys in the 30 - 45 age range and I accept as many as I feel like.  Some of the men are new but most of the offers are repeat business, past satisfied customers!  In fact, one mid-40s leather dude told me that his friend (who I hooked up with a few times) recommended that he contact me:  "He said you're just a great guy!"   lol

I always treat my men with the utmost of respect and try to make our encounter as pleasurable and memorable as possible.  This strategy seems to be working!


Tuesday, February 25, 2014

TMI Questions: please read me a story.

Yes, this is me and my little dog in our window alcove.
Sean of Just a Jeep Guy creates these Too Much Information questions which I enjoy answering each week.  Thanks, Sean!

1. Describe your favorite place to cozy-up with a good book.  I love reading in my sunny window alcove with a large window overlooking the water;  it's the favourite feature of my house.  My comfortable leather couch fits exactly in that spot.

Our doggies spend their days on the back of the couch, napping and guarding the yard, occasionally barking at an intruding squirrel or bird.
2. What do you read when you're on the toilet?  I do not read on the toilet .....  I am in and out of my bathroom in minutes.  No two-hour turds for me!

3. Do you read when taking a bath?  Yes, I love to, but usually a throw-away magazine or newspaper because of the dampness.

4. If you can, do you read when at the gym?  No, I would never read at the gym (I'd rather check out the man-candy) and besides, I've never worked out at one.  Ever! 

NOTE:  My favourte young hookup guy, Big Red, suggested this week that we go to the athletic complex together;  work out, swim and enjoy the whirlpool and sauna together.

I think that would be a lot of fun! I just wish he was 20 years older ... I'd never let him go!
5. Do you still read newspapers and or magazines? 
Yes, I read our every-shrinking local rag every day at school.  As a cancer survivor, my main interest is the obituaries. I never buy magazines but read many magazines which I can sign our from the public library.

6. What are your favorite genres to read?  I like murder-mysteries, forensic science books (author Kathy Reichs), historical novels and even the occasional bodice-ripper romance.  I can't resist biographies and autobiographies of interesting people from all walks of life, past and present, including autobiographies written by US First Ladies and Canadian Prime Ministers.

7. Do you read one book at a time or can you read several?  One at a time is all that I can handle.

8. If you start a book, do you finish it no matter what?  No.  If it doesn't grab me in the first ten pages, I stop reading it.  Life is too short. I don't have any time to waste!

9. Did your parents read to you when you were growing up? 
Never.  Not once!  I've never seen my parents read a book, ever.  Part of the reason was that they were from the Old Country and English wasn't their first language.  My mother especially wasn't confident in her reading skills.

One of the greatest joys of my childhood happened during a grade five field trip to the public library.  I never knew libraries even existed!  A treasure trove of books!

From that moment on, I made a weekly bicycle trip to our downtown library (about two miles away) and signed out six or more novels of all types.  

10. Have you read to your kids/nephews/nieces? 
I read to my children constantly from birth to the age of five.  At that point, my daughters because voracious readers but my son preferred more active pursuits.
11. How do you feel about reading books vs. using electronic devices? Have your feelings evolved from one or two years ago?  I've never read an e-book and have no plans to, yet.  I don't like the eye strain associated with squinting at an electronic screen;  I do enough of that at work all day long!

When was the last time you looked at or read an adult magazine to satisfy yourself? When was the last time you even saw one? 
Twenty-seven years ago), I bought several Penthouse Magazines, theoretically to look at the naked women.  Isn't that what 24 year old men were supposed to do?

But looking back, I now realize that I was more interested in looking at the hunky, big-cocked men.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Ass play

On Friday night, I was messaged on by the guy who belonged to the spectacular ass below, to the right:  do u like ass play?  What a beautiful ass!  And I am very partial to darker-skinned guys.

After a few minutes of texting, Juicy Ass Dude revealed that he grew up in Calgary and didn't go to high school in my town.  Therefore, he wasn't a former student or anyone I had ever met before.

I told him that I was a high school teacher and he didn't comment.  All clear!  Woo-hoo!

Although I normally insist on "the full package" including kissing and sucking cock, I couldn't say no to this horny young man.  He wanted only ass play and nothing else.  Within ten minutes I was speeding down the highway.

In the past two years, I've grown to absolutely love playing with a man's ass..... licking, rubbing with lube, giving a surface massage or going in deeper to the prostate.  Even "straight" married men who are resistant to having their asshole played with will eventually get into it.

Juicy Ass Dude asked me to come into his rental house without knocking;  he would be the darkened living room on all fours. He had this fantasy of being "taken" by some mysterious stranger.  I really hate going into a strange house in this manner and insisted that he blink the lights when I arrived as an all clear signal.

I arrived and then he texted:  "oh no! my roommate came home early!!"  I replied:  "Okay. I'll park down the block... come out to my car"  which he agreed to.  We'd do the nasty in the big back seat of my grandpa car, the big ol' Buick.

He approached the car out of the darkness and to my horror, I recognized him.  OMFG!   Juicy Ass is student teacher at my school!   He finished his five week placement at Christmas and now he worked with us for three afternoons a week on a literacy project.  Awkward!  I say 'hello' to him every day!

Juicy Assed Student Teacher:   You can't tell anyone!
Buddy Bear:  I don't gossip about the guys I'm with.  But I told you that I was a high school teacher;  why didn't you tell me that you worked in the schools?
Juicy Ass:   I didn't think of it!  I'm from a city with over a million people; this would never happen back home!
Buddy Bear:  Hey, this is a VERY small town, especially the gay part of it.  Sorry dude, I'm not licking your ass!  At least not while you're still on your placement.
Juicy Ass:  I should go.
Buddy Bear:  No.  Let's chat in my car a while.  Please.

He claimed to have had little experience with gay sex and from the many questions he asked, I'm sure it was true. He was particularly interested that I was out to everyone:  family, colleagues and students.

Juicy Ass was not out to his orthodox Muslim family and planned never to be out to them or to his future students.

Buddy Bear: (... rolling eyes)  "Why? Are you joking! I knew you were gay.  It was obvious!"
Juicy Ass:  (horrified)  How did you know?  I didn't know that you were gay."
Buddy Bear:  Your voice;  it's pretty feminine, the way you walk, the way you wave your wrists about.  Even that purple shirt you wear at school!  There was no doubt that you're gay!

He was upset with this revelation which was not my intention. I tried to soften my bluntness by saying that my gaydar was much more highly developed that in most people (a true fact) which mollified him somewhat.

I tried to convince him that being gay was a good thing; that I now consider myself lucky to be gay.  I hope that I made some progress in changing his mind about himself.  Being gay shouldn't be some horrible, shameful secret.

We parted company with a hug and later I received a  text from him:
Juicy Ass:  "You're sexy!  Maybe we can see each other again sometime."
Buddy Bear:  "Thanks, dude!  I enjoyed our talk.  Maybe when your placement is over."
Buddy Bear:  "But you have my permission to think of me when you jerk off."
Juicy ass:  lol.  It will be a wet dream.  ;-)

I can't wait to see  him tomorrow at school.  He's going to feel so awkward about this!

Thursday, February 20, 2014

TMI Questions: the scent of a man

The actual title of these Too Much Information  questions by Sean of Just a Jeep Guy was "There's Something in the Air."  But I like my title better;  more provocative.  Sorry, big guy!

1. Do you have a sensitive nose?  Not at all.

2. Do you have allergies?  I'm slightly allergic to really cheap perfumes like Axe Body Spray which the boys at my school used to drench themselves in, although it now seems to have gone out of fashion.  It's the occupational hazard of being a teacher.

3. Do you have a big nose?  My nose is on the larger side and I very much like it.  It's a "power nose," one I share with my father and my late grandfather.  

FUN FACT:  About six months before the full onset of puberty (around the age of 12), a boy's feet and nose grow to their full adult size.  This is why many adolescent boys look so gawky because it takes many years for the size of their face to catch up to their new adult nose. 

4. Are there any smells that trigger memories for you?   I have a fabric ornament of a hobo which is stuffed with (I think) cloves.  Scents are the most evocative of all things and this one brings me back to my earliest Christmases.

5. What are some of your favorite food aromas?  #1:  Freshly baked bread.  #2: Apple and cinnamon desserts.

6. What are some of your favorite smells in nature?  A pine forest.

7. Do you use air fresheners?  No.  They trigger my asthma!  In any case, they only mask odours and don't eliminate them.

8. Do you like scented candles?  No, but sometimes it's hard to find nice unscented ones.

9. Which food smells make you want to hurl? Rotten meat.  During my childhood, a groundhog climbed into our well and drowned.  My father retrieved the bloated, decaying carcass many days later.  Just typing these words makes me want to vomit at the memory.

My brother is a fireman and occasionally has to retrieve bloated, decaying human bodies which have been under the ice all winter.

10. What is the absolute worst smell for you?  Other that the smell of a rotten, bloated carcass, my least favourite is skunk which our dogs have been sprayed with many, many times.
What smells or aromas turn you on? 
The scent of a man, hands down.   I don't mean stale body odour, but the scent of man who showered several hours ago and didn't use any scented products.  I'm not sure if it's smell of pheromones, testosterone or some other natural steroid, but the scent of a natural man very erotically-charged for me.

I also LOVE the slightly musky scent of uncut cock as long as it's not too rank.  Yum!

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Cock-fondling in the shower

My hour-long coffee date (point #2 in my last post) seemed to fly by before I had to leave.   Lawyer Dude  is ... duh! ....  a lawyer in private practice who is intelligent, interesting, slim, funny, younger-looking than me (although I think he's a few years older) and far better looking in person that in his texted photo.

I'm not sure that we're very compatible because he doesn't like the discomfort of traveling, never goes outside in the winter, seems a bit of a stick-in-the-mud and seems way more sophisticated than me. I'd describe myself as white trash who cleans up well but only as needed.

He was partnered with a man  for many years who sadly passed away 12 years ago and he hasn't been actively dating since.  In short, I liked Lawyer Dude and told him so; he said he felt the same about me.

I also told him that after 20 years of marriage and the horror of the past four years, I was in no way ready to get serious about anyone or even to seriously date.  I said that he really needed to understand that.  He seem to understand and so as we parted, we agreed to "do something" together one day.  Keep it casual.

I still have mixed feelings about the whole thing but for a coffee date which I had been dreading, it turned out to be quite okay.
As to this post's provocative title, I was showering at the athletic complex just before my coffee date when I experienced my first cock-teasing shower dude.   This is a common experience for most gay guys but not for me!

As I started to shower, I noticed a fit, mid-30s guy across from me with a magnificent, fat cock ... one of the nicest I've seen.

As I sneaked a sideways glance at him, he turned to face me directly and began to slowly, luxuriously, lather up his cock and balls.  I took a second look and he locked eyes with me:  OMFG!  Direct eye contact in the shower.... what a taboo!

I should add that this not some cruis-y gay gym but a very family-oriented place filled with kids, teens and many of my students who work as lifeguards.   The communal shower room forms the main passageway between the men's change room and the pool / lifeguard station ... constant traffic!

I enjoyed his shower show for another moment and locked eyes with him again ....Fondling Shower Guy stared me down in a provocative way.   Suddenly, I lost my nerve and left for the locker room and in fact, Lawyer Dude was expecting me in ten minutes. 

But the next time I see the Fondling Shower Guy, I plan to deal with him a bit more bravely.  He was very hot... and sexy.  His cock just looked delicious.


Monday, February 17, 2014


Here are some random thoughts as we head in to the new week:

1.   I posted a couple weeks ago about accidentally seeing a gorgeous, naked student in the shower at the athletic complex.  I see Shower Boy every day in class wearing a T-shirt two sizes too big and stained, saggy-assed track pants.

I cannot get the constant thought of seeing him naked out of my mind but no longer feel guilty about it from a teacher point of view.  It wasn't my fault!

A lesson learned:  you can never tell what treasures lie hidden beneath some guy's pants!  Today's pictures are from a great "clothed-unclothed" website which celebrates this fact.

2.  I've been messaged persistently over the past month by a guy whose profile says he's 52 but when I asked, admitted to being older.  He seems very nice, actually but smacks of being over-eager to meet me.

At a very early stage, he provided his location, name and phone number.  He says he's single but was in a LTR for over 15 years but his partner (I'm sure he meant a man) passed away ten years ago.

Finally, I agreed to meet him for coffee after work tomorrow;  I was running out of excuses not to do it.   I'm not looking forward to it, actually.  I'm fairly sure that he is looking for something serious and I am really, really not ready to take anyone else into my life, even on the most casual of dating relationships.   I'll just have to be honest with him;  any suggestions as to how to handle this?

And to sound really shallow, it didn't help that he was the spitting image of Dr. Bunsen Honeydew.

3.   After seven weeks of no contact, Lanky Student messaged me again.  He's 27, tall, slim, handsome, bearded and super chill guy who I wrote about in point #6 of this post.

Last night, we chatted at length and he was very complimentary, saying I'm handsome and have a 'hot body." etc.  I told him:  "Dude, seriously?  You're the handsome one!" which he brushed off.

 Among other things, he asked if I would consider arranging a threesome with me, him and another guy my age.  Really?  I offered him numerous choices and he thought Mr. Handsome (the father of one of my last year's students) would be the best choice.

I'd be absolutely shocked if Lanky Student actually followed through;  I think he's more timid and inexperienced than he lets on.  But we've planned another coffee date in my car tonight to discuss it.

Even if we never get past the talking stage, it's been a very pleasant meeting a handsome, intelligent, sweet, young man.  I just like spending time with men! 

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Valentine's Day Lonely

The pictures of the sexy dudes in pink to the left and below were taken by the very talented  Marlen Boro.  You've heard of drunk dialing or drunk texting?  Well, how about drunk blogging?

A few days ago, I closed the sale on my new "grandpa" car... a gently-used, low-mileage 2005 Buick.

The original alcoholic owner (now in a nursing home) kindly forgot an unopened bottle of rum under the driver's seat.  The rum had been there for over three years and I've had far too much of it tonight.  

It is nearly midnight on Valentine's day and I am reflecting on my last two Valentine's Days.

Last year (2013), I spent a sweet Valentine's evening with a 22 year old student, originally from Trinidad and Tobago.  Quite chubby and very tall (6'-7"), Jerry disproved the myth that all black man have big cocks, but he was very sweet and the best-kisser-ever.  Jerry still texts me regularly but trying to mesh our busy schedules has proved difficult. 

On the previous Valentine's Day (2012), I had my first gay sleepover ever with a 54 year old married guy who (I'm ashamed to admit), I fell in love with and who turned out to be a total coward and liar. 

I know that Valentine's Day is all commercialized bullshit, but spending it cuddling with my stinky litttle dog, blind in one eye and partially disabled doesn't quite cut it.  I would have much preferred making out with some hard-cocked man.

I spent my Valentine's evening:  (1)  soldering copper water pipes, replacing ones which had burst open due to freezing, (2) drinking rum with an apple juice mixer, chosen for its vitamin C content and (3), watching Martha Stewart cooking DVDs.   Doesn't everyone realize how seductive she is, that sexy bitch!

It's been a very long, cold winter here.  I've been without running water for several days now but the solution remains elusive. I still have my lingering, hacking cough and painful sore throat and my house is in compete chaos as my renovations seem never-ending.

I suddenly feel lonely.  My eldest daughter (in culinary school) is presently applying for an overseas internship for later this year and middle daughter is thriving at university over 1,000 miles away.

Today, the biggest kick in the shorts happened when I found out that my son (17.5 years old) has applied to get into a commercial diving program some 2,000 miles away with the goal of becoming an underwater welder. Hazardous!  He's a very strong candidate to get accepted.  Our baby might be leaving the nest.... and going far, far away.

At their age, I would never had the courage, confidence and independent spirit that my kids have.  They are all hard-working, polite, frugal and fiercely independent.

Despite our disastrous marriage, everyone says that my wife and I are the best parents they know and as a result, our kids are making their way in the world with confidence.  But it makes me very sad to see them go.

But I am years away from even wanting to find Mr. Right.  I am in no way recovered emotionally from the horror of my marriage, let alone to let anyone else into my heart.  But there are many candidates for Mr. Right who are interested in me.

Just this morning, I was chatted up by a a gay, very fit, early 60s university professor (who I had met previously at school) while sitting in the hot tub at the athletic complex.  But I just don't see myself being with a "Suit."   I much prefer the dirty boys, the playful, earthy blue-collar guys such as construction worker Jamie, my favourite man of all time or the aboriginal miner dude who I see as often as possible.

Anyway, off to bed!  I just received a text that my son and eldest daughter will be coming here on Sunday and will be staying with me for a week or more.  I'm so pleased! 

Thursday, February 13, 2014

TMI: Winter Olympics

Here is timely Too Much Information question set by question set by Sean of Just a Jeep Guy.

1. In general do you watch the Winter Olympics?   I haven't had a TV in the house for over ten years, so the answer is "never." I really don't have the time for TV-watching, anyway.

But I'd watch if there was a gay TV channel which featured only those Winter Olympics sports involving hot men in spandex bodysuits:  luge, 4-man bobsled, speed skating and cross-country skiing. 

2. Winter or Summer?   Coming from The Great White North, I prefer the Winter Olympics.   I would watch the Summer Olympics only for the men divers and water polo players. Also, the bouncing bulges on the runners in spandex shorts are pretty hot, too. 

3. What are your favorite winter events? Do you follow any of them outside the game?  Not at all.  I very much enjoy watching a real-life NHL hockey game but those opportunities are few and far between.  But I'd never watch professional hockey on television.

4. Which sport needs to stay and which one needs to go?  I think all the Winter Olympics sports should stay.

5. Which is the weirdest sport?  The two-man luge must have been designed by a gay man.  Two (probably) straight, athletic men in spandex body suits lying on top of each other?  Really?

6. What is your POV on boycotting The Olympics by countries and or athletes?  Boycotting the Olympics would just have hurt the athletes.  But I am in favour of boycotting Olympic sponsors and I approved when some governments refused to send their heads of states.

7. Are you boycotting NBC or any Olympic sponsors?  No.

8. Do you think boycotts are effective?  As boycotts are practiced by the general population, they are not effective.  But piss off a bunch of gay men, then watch out!

9. If you were an athlete what would you do?  I'm quite a good snowboarder but only on a slalom course;  I would never do those flips and twists at any age.  I'm not a bad cross-country skier, either;  I've competed in eight or more 50 km ski races in my life.

But for a  man my age, the only Winter Olympics sport which could be an option would be curling.  I have only curled for a season or two in my life but was quite good at it, actually.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

A complicated relationship with my ex

This post has pictures from my favourite blog, The Edge of Reality, which features the beefy, furry men which I love .... muscled ithout being too fat and with a "bad boy" look about them. Despite all the men I hook up with, I rarely get to spend some sweet sexytime with guys like these.

I've become increasingly busy with the Breakfast Club (two mornings a week), my GSA planning and my three new classes so I've been going into work 1 - 2 hours early just to get my work done. I'm at my best and most energetic in the early morning.

But last night, the temperatures have dipped again into the -30 C range, so it is cold, dark and I'm still very sick.  Bleh!

One day after the drama described in my last post where I slammed the phone down on my ex, I was in her driveway helping my son fix his truck.  She appeared, heading out on an errand. "Oh, shit!  I don't want to see her!!"   We hadn't had a face-to-face meeting all year.

She looked me in the eye without any apparent hatred (as is her usual look), barely smiled and said, "Hello."  I said, "What do you think of my 'grandpa car'?" She said: "It looks good" and proceeded on her way.  This was an inconsequential exchange but it illustrated to me how she can flip-flip from anger to normalcy in a flash.   

My last post generated quite a few comments about my ex, so I'm going to put a few thoughts down about her:

1.   I had NO idea of her emotional and mental health issues when we got married. One factor was that most of her family lived thousands of miles away;  I met them all for the first time at our wedding! 

Had I met them beforehand, it would have been a huge red flag because they share some of the her behaviour traits.  I only heard about her issues from family members later and observed them myself as our lives became more busy and stressful.

It was the birth of our third child which was the straw that broke the camel's back.  It pushed her over the deep end from which she never recovered. 

At that time, I still was unaware of my attraction to men and our marriage still seemed to me to be fairly strong and normal.

2.   For many years and until very recently, I was my wife's biggest and at times, only supporter but she never appreciated this.  She had no tact or common sense when dealing with other people and would blunder into conflict after conflict with friends, neighbours, family and work colleagues.
I spent many years as an enabler, making excuses for her behaviour:   "___'s really tired today."  or "____ didn't mean to say that.... she really was trying to say....."  In the end, I gave up trying to save her from herself and stopped making excuses for her behaviour.

3.  As infuriating as she is, I still feel sorry for her ...sometimes.  She's trapped in a cycle of behaviour which she apparently doesn't recognize and can't get out of.  And it has cost her countless friendships and relationships with family members and will probably continue to do so.

4.  While it may be true that in every relationship breakup, there is his story, her story and the truth, I can say that my story is constantly corroborated by friends, neighbours, family and my own children.   My wife's conflicts were apparent to everyone and at times, I became embarrassed when people felt sorry for me.

5.  Right now, my feelings towards her are mixed.  I want to be on good terms because it mean less awkwardness for the kids when we run into each other at future family events.  But if her occasional erratic and hostile behaviour continues, I want to have nothing to do with he as long as I live.     

Sunday, February 9, 2014

The Gayest Games

Because of Russia's anti-gay laws, LGBTQ advocacy has been pushed to the forefront at the Olympics.  In this editorial, the CBC asks:  "Could this be the Gayest Games Ever?"

This gay-themed PSA from the Canadian Institute of Diversity and Inclusion has achieved nearly four million views since it was released five days ago. I love it!  But I wish the hottie athletes had worn white spandex to better show off their lovely bulges and curves.

My only involvement with the Sochi Olympics involves online searching for pics of hot male athletes in spandex.  I haven't had a television in my house for many years so I must be the only person on the planet who is watching no Olympics coverage at all.  Here's a run-down of my exhausting and sometimes stressful week:

1.   I've had a bad cold all week, a rarity for me, with a dry, painful, lingering cough which made teaching difficult.  Because of my cold, I also turned down several offers from some regular hookup guys.   :-(

2.   My LGBTQ leadership continues to expand, but this time by accident.   The close colleague who attended a LGBTQ workshopwith me showed a magazine article on transgendered teenagers in Canada to our principal.  Her idea was that all staff should receive this information to better help the transgendered students at our school. 

He responded:  "Great idea!   You and _ _ _ _  (me!) can run a short workshop on transgender issues on our next Professional Development day."   Shit!

2.   I spent much time rushing around at lunch and before / after school to complete the purchase of my new (old) car:  arranging a test drive, safety check, insurance and licensing. We badly needed another one and a colleague offered her elderly father's gently-used car at a fraction of it's actual value.  It had been sitting for three years unused which is not good for a car, but it was an offer I couldn't refuse.

3.   I discovered that my school's once-active GSA had become fairly inactive because they lacked a committed teacher to lead the group.  As a result, our first meeting was a bust.  A handful of grade 7 - 9 students showed up and when they spotted the near-empty room, scurried away. A challenge!

To encourage more student participation, we now have four teachers of both genders (two 9 - 12 teachers, and two 7 - 8 teachers)  involved in the GSA and we all will participate in an advertising blitz in advance of next week's meeting.   As well, I will talk to my own classes about the need for more GSA participants;  my "fan club" of gay boys will show up just because it's me.  :-)

4.  My son had a accident (very worrisome but less serious that originally believed) which unleashed a barrage micro-managing texts from my ex-wife while she sat at the emergency department.  This was completely  understandable because she never does well in a crisis, but I finally had to switch my phone off at midnight and left it off until 9:00 a.m.  

The next day, she had me paged at school at lunchtime just as I was waiting for the GSA students to show up ... something she had never done before.  It was an exceedingly unpleasant 30-second conversation during which she made some unreasonable demands and made derogatory remarks about my parents.

I spoke very sharply to her and would have used the C- word but I was within the earshot of several colleagues and slammed the phone down.... a first for me.  An hour later, she texted to explain her mistake and (sort of) apologized.  I don't care...I just don't want to hear from her, ever again.

5.   My three new classes (one each of grade 9, 11 and 12) are all fantastic but I much prefer my senior classes.  I suspect the reason I prefer the seniors is they mainly consist of guys, all of them fun and very appealing. :-)

I call my energetic, chatty group of thirty-two grade 9 students "The Happy Gang."   They require a much greater energy expenditure from me during class.  Fun times!

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Naked Asian hottie in the shower

Here's another provocative title which is sure to bring in the page views!

An occupational hazard of being a teacher in a smallish, very remote city is that you constantly run into students, past and present, teacher colleagues and parents of students when out in public.

As a gay man who's really "out there", I think that the challenge is even greater.  I work hard to avoid awkward situations with men from my school community, whether in the locker room, on the online hookup sites or in the bedroom.

Several times a week, I go to the athletic complex early in the morning before heading to school.  While there, I soak in the whirlpool tub, sit in the scorching-hot sauna, have a shower and get dressed for school.

With our frigid temperatures, it just feels good to have the heat soak right into my bones... it's so different from my own polar bathroom.  I rarely swim my laps at this time;  I don't have the time and I'm usually too preoccupied with school matters to "zone out" while swimming.  

And unllike other times of the day, I am NOT there for the eye candy.  The only men in the locker room on early weekday mornings are +70 years old.  I generally avert my eyes to avoid looking at them.

But yesterday, I went into the communal shower room to see an gorgeous, fully-naked young man showering with his back to me.  What a pleasant surprise! 

Twink-ish with smooth, tawny-coloured, glistening skin, a perky bum with well-defined indentations on either side of his ass cheeks and long black hair which he was washing.

The young man turned around to reveal a lean torso, abs and a lovely, above-average sized uncut cock.  And then....
"Oh my fucking GOD!!  That's Shane!!"

The naked hottie was a grade 11 student in my period one class who sits front-row centre.  "Yikes!!"  With a Swedish mother and an Asian father, Shane was absolutely beautiful;  tall and lean with shoulder-length black hair, high cheekbones and dark Asian eyes.

I realized that Shane must have dropped his mother off at the nearby restaurant where she and my daughter work as cooks and stopped in for a shower on the way to school.  Small town connections!

It was so incredibly awkward!  Luckily, he was washing his hair with his eyes closed so I don't think he spotted me.  I turned off my shower and literally ran from the room, threw my clothes on and fled the building.

An hour later at school, I couldn't even  look at him in class knowing what he looked like naked.  I feel like such an old perv.  :-|

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

"Laugh at the Crazy"

I'd like to thank everyone for all the excellent advice and support on my last post about the latest drama with my ex.  I was overwhelmed! 

Usually when I blog, I can manage to be Miss Mary Sunshine, ever the optimist!  But right now, I feel like crap.  We're back in a spell of -25 C temperatures;  I'm so tired of the cold and darkness!

I'm in the final stages of buying a used car (which is always an unknown quantity), I'm extremely stressed out about the letter I am writing to my ex about our spending on the kids, I have a very bad sore throat from a cold and I'm extremely busy with my new classes and a project I'm organizing in our city schools for Pride week.

On the plus side, all three of my new classes are fantastic!  Such bright shining faces!  I'm so lucky to be working with young people every day.

My therapist was a sensible, older man (65+) who I had seen a couple of time during the height of my coming-out / separation / divorce drama.  It was an enormous relief to be able to tell another person everything about my wife's erratic behaviour AND to receive professional feedback in return.

In the hour-long session, I told him virtually everything ....  all of the stories which I've blogged about here and many more which I haven't.

His main observations:

1.  My wife will most likely become more and more demanding and unpleasant as she approaches old age .... with everyone, not just me.  For many people, getting older doesn't necessarily mean getting nicer.

2.  She probably will be angry at me for the rest of her life.  That's her problem.

3.  My wife still needs to be needed by the kids and so is trying to achieve that by buying things for them.

4.  Her level of spending is unacceptable and unsustainable for both of us. I need to protect myself financially.  He suggested that I send her a carefully-worded, non-accusatory letter outlining the reasons for my concern and the new rules for our spending on the kids.  The rules will ultimately benefit both of us.  These are:

-we will stick to the spending limits in our divorce agreement.  (no mandatory spending on oldest child,  only educational support for middle child and prior agreement on any extra spending for our youngest)

-receipts must be provided for full accountability if any payments are to be made

-a record must be kept of all correspondence (on paper or e-mail)

-any spending outside of our agreement MUST be approved in advance by the other party.  He said:  "If she spends money on something without your prior approval,",  he shrugged, "then, that's her problem."

Other observations:
5.  My ex-wife has way too much time on her hands and has too much time to brood and to get angry.  She went into retirement without a plan to fill her time.

6.  He told me to instruct my children not to tell their mother anything at all about me.  Hearing that I am happy will just fuel her anger.

7.  In addition to my wife's A.D.D., depression and anger management issues (all diagnosed), he is convinced that my wife's symptoms point to bipolar disorder.

8.  As to the abusive texting, he said:  "Don't worry about it!  Just laugh at the crazy."   You still need to maintain communcations with her;  both of you will always be parents to your children.  Divorce is forever.

If she texts me many times during the day, don't respond instantly as that will just feed into it.  Respond the next day and she if her behaviour changes.

He said:  "Most people, mostly men, emerge from divorce financially ruined.  You both got out of your divorce virtually unscathed compared to most people;  you both own beautiful homes, have good incomes and your pensions are intact.  You've achieved a highly successful divorce and you should just count your blessings."

"When you complain about her texting, you remind me of some person living in a town which has been wiped out by some terrible tornado.  Every house has been destroyed except for yours, and you then go around complaining about some dust on the carpet." 

"Just laugh at the crazy."


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