Boyfriend ... soulmate ... twin flame

After nearly 700 posts and five years' of blogging, I've completely dropped off the blogging bandwagon.  I haven't posted for months; indeed, I've even stopped reading and commenting on any of my online friends' blogs. What happened?

Explorer Jack figured it out when he e-mailed me in August:

"I've missed your blog, and your updates, but I know exactly how you feel.  I guess the lack of blogging indicates that you now officially have a boyfriend?

That does take the interest out of public sharing for sure."

During the horror and excitement of my coming out, separation, divorce and my early exploration of gay sex, blogging was of primary importance to me. I relied on my blog for the world-wide network of support it provided me, along with an eager audience for my stories and an inexhaustible supply of experienced advice.

But at this moment, there is virtually nothing I am willing to share about my life right now.   The kids all continue to do well and things are calm with my ex-wife.  Her texts to me are now few and far between (once every 3 - 4 months) and are usually positive.

Jack was correct!  I now have a "boyfriend" but that word could not possibly describe the connection we have.   Others we know have described us as "twin flames" and my daughter described us as her "model couple."

It's as though we've been waiting for each other all our lives.  We first met nearly a year ago but things got really, really intense over the summer.

My sweetie is smart, funny, romantic, worldly, successful, intelligent and has a wide and devoted circle of family and friends.   He also 39, some 13.5 years younger than me, handsome, sexy, skilled and as horny as hell.  And we're completely smitten with each other. :-O

He will be reading this entire blog soon and together, we will decide what I should do with it.  But for the moment, all I can say is that I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. 

But for old time's sake, here are some blurry cell phone pics of me taken within the past two weeks.

Pride Overload .... so far

Now for some complete randomness: 

1.   The photo at right is to support Kelly Stern's annual Pride Challenge and is of his dear little doggie Pino who passed away this year.  So sad.

I had the great pleasure of meeting Kelly at our Washington DC Blogger Meet-up two years ago.  He's even more charming and handsome in person, with a southern accident which would make any gay guy cum in his pants.  

2.  It's been very chilly here with overnight lows in the 40 F (7 C) range.... not very summer-like at all.  I'm still wearing fleece bed socks and a wooly hat to bed!   But I'm sure that I wouldn't be able to survive the scorching Arizona temperatures which Dr. Spo recently posted about.

3.  Middle daughter is home from university and has mainly living with me;  it's been fabulous having her here as we're the most alike of any of our family.   I've missed her terribly! But having her here is putting a temporary dent in my hooking-up life which has dwindled to nothing in recent weeks.


I've turned down the occasional offer from some horny young dude but my daughter and I have mainly spent our evenings hanging out and I don't want to miss any opportunity to spend time with her.

4.   Eldest daughter has now graduated from chef's school and has secured coveted full-time apprenticeship in an upscale bakery / eatery in town.  Best of all, she has a regular day shift,  much easier for her than the late, late nights at her previous restaurant job.  

Now that she's not doing the double whammy of full-time school and full-time work, I hope (and expect) to see more of her.


 5.  As a member of the organizing committee I've been heavily involved with our local Pride festivities this week.  I've attended and / or volunteered at most of our fabulous Pride events..... one every day this week!  Exhausting and exhilarating!  Every event has exceeded the previous year's attendance and we've seen everyone of importance in attendance:  our federal, provincial and city politicians, school board officials and various church leaders as well.

6.  I was the new organizer of one of our major Pride events this year (which I won't name).  I switched to a beautiful new venue and hugely improved the programme. 

As a result, this year's attendance jumped to about 150 including some of my own children;  a huge improvement on last year's flop which attracted only 30 people.   I was so thrilled that everything worked out so well!

7.   In one week, I will be at Toronto Pride for a five day trip.  I'm looking forward to it enormously!   Attending Toronto World Pride by myself last year (which I posted about here) was tremendous fun, life-changing, even.  I was a Lone Wolf!

My Toronto Pride experience will be very different this year and I hope, even better. You see, I will be attending with a Special Friend who I haven't posted about (and won't), other than to say that he's age-appropriate for me (46), single, handsome, and is most definitely boyfriend or LTR material.  

My foursome with three 70-ish lesbians

Well .... it was sort of a foursome and no, I'm not going back to va-jay-jay.

A local government social service agency has provided an occasional coordinator and a small amount of funding to establish a social group for older LGBTQ folks.   This demographic is at high risk of being social isolation and loneliness and typically lacks the usual family supports such as spouses or children.

As an older member of our Pride organizing committee, I've been invited to attend these 50+ LGBTQ gatherings and have started to help out with them as well.

So..... last weekend, I participated in a scavenger hunt / car rally where teams drove around town in pursuit of 20 or so challenges such as:   "Take a selfie of yourself and a trucker with the Rice Lake Truck Stop sign in the background."  I took that one for the team.   Woo-hoo!

There were about 15 participants, mainly aged 60 -80, and I ended up on a team with three 70ish lesbian ladies!  I so wanted to be with some of the elderly gay men, several of whom were quite attractive, like the men pictured in this post.  In fact, one retired teacher, who I'll call the Silver Fox, was extremely handsome:   slim, piercing, brilliant blue eyes.... and interested in me.  So hot!  But the teams had been previously organized.  Darn!

But the lesbian ladies were all very nice. Two of them were a couple and they seemed to be typical overly-fussy, grandmotherly types; I'd never have guessed in a million years that they were lesbian.   They were both terrible drivers which made for a harrowing back seat experience.

My partner in the back seat was an aboriginal woman who was a residential school survivor,  an elder in her First Nations community, artist, recovered substance abuser and now a fierce LGBGTQ advocate. 

She was extremely impressive;  very serene, wise and courageous in overcoming her life's challenges and pushing ahead with her LGBTQ projects.  Inspirational! .... and I'm so glad to now count her among my friends.

It was enormous fun but many times during the day, I thought: "Where are all the hot young guys?..... oh, wait ..... this is an elder queer group!!!"  It would have been so much more fun being in car with men who I was sexually attracted to.

The last clue took us to a rural house where we socialized and had a barbecue.  It was quite pleasant getting to know everyone but I couldn't help shake a pervasive feeling of sadness for most of the participants.

Except for the lesbian couple, most were single and everyone was older, childless, queer and with various emerging age-related ailments.  Most seemed to have little to no family support.  For them, getting old, alone and queer, must be a bleak and scary prospect.


 Although I am somewhat younger than everyone else, I plan to continue with the group's outings which happen every month or so. I enjoyed their company and we all would benefit from developing a wider circle of friends.

And I hope I can ease their social isolation a tiny bit by helping to keep the group going.

I'm okay!

Me in some Andrew Christians: May 2015

Not only have I fallen off the blogging wagon, the wagon has disappeared over the horizon and I've forgotten that it even existed. Two months without blogging or even reading others' blogs. Wow!

I've been swamped  with texts, Facebook messages and e-mails (actually, about six!) from online and real-life blog-reading friends who were concerned about my disappearance from the blogosphere. Thank you for your concern!   I'm sorry to have worried you.

I can't imagine how I found the time for blogging every second day early in the days of my coming out / divorce drama.  On the other hand, I miss sharing my stories and reading about others' adventures.   I'm sure my blogging audience has pretty much disappeared but I'm thinking that posting more frequently but with much shorter posts would make it seem like less of a chore.

I have been doing well;  just extremely busy.  School has become busier and busier but not only with the classroom teaching and numerous extracurricular activities.  I've had many requests to attend numerous Professional Development workshops of various kinds which cause disruptions to my usual teaching schedule and suck up much time needed for supply teacher preparation.

It seems that the different Board Office flunkies running the various workshops needed to spend their entire budgets by the end of May or the money would be lost;  that's why all the PD sessions seemed to be coming at us so quickly.  Finally, I said to my Principal:  "Enough!  I'm done!" and discovered that I could indeed say "no."

My Principal also pointed out that I can also say "no" to school extra-curricular involvements at school.   My school has an extremely low rate of teacher volunteerism (for running clubs, coaching etc) and he said that when I came to the school in September, I was "fresh meat" and was swamped with requests to help out with everything.  I love working with young people outside of the classroom, but I am at the risk of burning out. I'll need to take a close look at what activities I volunteer for.  I've taken on too much and need to say "no" more often.

I was also on the steering committee running a major environmental conference for high school youth: which was a monstrous task. The conference attracted some 150 participants, most from the USA, and was a huge success but very exhausting.   As well, I'm on our local Pride organizing committee; very satisfying but the pace of work is intensifying as our Pride week is fast approaching.

As well, I've been helping out with some other queer community groups;  one involving elderly LGBTQ folks and the other or young people in their late teens and early 20s.

As my university daughter is back living with for the summer, I had to spend countless hours this month completing my bathroom renovations;   being toilet-less was not an option!

As well, I've continued with my usual sluttish ways and have had some fantastic sexytimes with some pretty spectacular young men, sadly, all out of my age range. My concern is now that when I DO start looking for Mr. Right,  it will be impossible to find someone my age who will measure up.   Details to follow.  

My hottie doctor's beautiful, thick cock.

My hunky doctor's torso looked EXACTLY like this!

Some of today's pics are from a calendar of Hunky Irish Doctors.

It's been such a long time since I've blogged!  I'm feeling pretty unmotivated about it these days as well as being completely swamped at work and other areas of my life.

As well, my recovery from my concussion took way longer that I thought.  It's been an extremely difficult few weeks and I'm starting to wonder if I'm a bit depressed.

Certainly I worry constantly about my tight financial situation, problems with my 2013 tax return and I'm a little tired of the time spent dealing with online flakes just to find a sweet, sexy man to hook up with.

But here's recap of recent events.

1.  Nearly three weeks ago, I slipped and gave myself a concussion on the ice in fairly remote wilderness area.  I had no memory at all of that entire day, of walking some 5 km off the ice and gradually, I've been piecing together events of the day like some horror show.

My own children confirmed that I had indeed driven my car some 8 km down the Trans-Canada highway in my concussed state with no memory of doing so.  I crazy-texted my kids throughout the day and my text history shows that my eldest daughter convinced me to stop driving and allow my parents to come and get me.  How fucked up is that?

My parents drove me to the Emergercy and within a few hours, I received many diagnostic tests including a CT brain scan and  was released to the care of my parents by my Hottie Doctor, blonde-haired, blue-eyed and with an athletic body to boot.

I took two days off school but should have stayed off longer;  at school, I had difficulty with concentrating during the my busy classes and had struggled which remembering students' names and doing simple tasks like taking attendance.

But after three weeks, I do feel 100% recovered.  But my kids extracted a promise from me that before I go on any more solo wilderness adventures, I will file a trip plan (via texting) with them;  where I am parked, where I'm going and when I will return.

2.  A week later, I was in the locker room of my Athletic Complex and who should walk by but shirtless Hottie Doctor!    His lean torso was ripped beyond belief and he nicely filled out his UnderArmor spandex shorts.

I lingered at my locker unnecessarily and was rewarded a view of his beautiful thick cock, a bit bigger than average, resting on a big, beautiful pair of low-hangers.  Woo-hoo!

After he got decently dressed, I went over to chat about my concussion:  he remembered me and was very sweet, but came across as very, very straight.

3.  I had one final sweet hookup with the sexy 19 year old university student and amateur drag queen.  I posted about his best-ever pickup line:  "Can I help you carry in your groceries?"   Sadly, he is leaving town to continue his final year of university in a far-away city.  I'll miss him!

I told him:  "You are the best kisser I've ever had! ... especially for a fairly inexperienced guy."  He replied:  "I learned how to kiss from your former student, Jordan _ _ _ _ _."    I thought, "Oh my!"  

The "Jordan" in question was my student for three years but I had no idea that he was gay and his sister was my eldest daughter's best friend for 8 years in elementary school.  This really is a very small town, in the gay sense.  lol.

4.  This week, I also hooked up with two other dudes.  The first was the father of a former student, a handsome guy sadly afflicted with early-onset Parkinson's Disease.   The second was a 11 hour hookup with a handsome, athletic-bodied "straight but questioning" former hockey player and worker from Alberta's oil patch;  one of my most unusual and special days I've ever spent with a man.

But.... this post is too long already.  I'll tell you about the last two guys in my next post!

International Day of Pink

The first pic is (I think) of one the authors of the fabulous blog, http://twohornyguys.com/.

Yesterday was the International Day of Pink against bullying and homophobia in particular.  This initiative started with two high school students in Nova Scotia, Canada, and is now marked by over 8 million pictures in countries around the globe.

There are several anti-bullying pink days recognized throughout the world because the various interest groups can't agree on one day to celebrate.  But in my school division, April 8th is "The Big One" and it is a big deal in all of our public elementary and high schools.

We were featured prominently in the local media which is always a thrill for the students involved.   My school had a decent percentage of students wearing pink,with some of them completely over-the-top with pink-dyed hair, pink face paint and wearing pink from head to toe.

Our GSA students and Students' Council held a pink T-shirt sale, Pink Bake Sale and raffled off some FABULOUS gift baskets with the most random collection of pink items you've ever seen.  So much fun! 

I was one of the main organizers of Pink Day at my school and the day went off perfectly even though I wasn't even there.  On Sunday, I was walking on the ice to an offshore island up the coast when I slipped and hit my head on the ice.

I suffered a mild concussion and have no memory at all of the next 7 hours or more, although I do know my doggie and I walked some 5 km to the highway to phone my parents for help from a gas station.

Without knowing it, I crazy-texted my kids throughout the ordeal and as they now live all over the country, this caused them great alarm. They, in turn, phoned my parents who found me in my confused state.

My head still hurts and I've been off school now for several days, but I am very much on the mend.  But I will post full details of this adventure on the weekend.
 
For now, I'm using the Day of Pink as an excuse (not that need an excuse) to post pictures of hunky men in pink spandex with lovely cock bulges.

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Easter sleepover in a swanky hotel

I'm feeling quite unmotivated about blogging these days although my gay adventures are never-ending.  My life seems "all gay, all the time" but I think I just have a heightened sense of queer awareness which did not exist for the first 40 years of my life.  I notice gay people and situations everywhere I go.

For the first time, I wondering if I might be little depressed:  our winter is dragging on seemingly forever, with night-time temperatures still dipping to as low as -20 C (-4 F).   As well, my parents are both starting to show their age and that saddens and concerns me.

But the concern is my difficult financial situation:   my ex and I are equally sharing expenses for my son's commercial diving programme (some $30,000 for the year) and he has now run out of cash.  The only saving grace is that these expenses will end in June and he's confident that he will be employed in his field soon.

These expenses are in addition to my usual ones:  my mortgage (having bought my ex out of our home),  spousal support, insurance, utilities, my property taxes, the kids' cell phones and on and on.   But this situation won't last forever but for the moment, I'm highly stressed out and bored with being frugal and having to worry about every $5.00 that I spend.   :-|

But here's my gay news or the week:

1.  I spent an evening and and entire day at a LGBTQ student workshop which attracted over 150 students, grades 7 to 11, mainly from small towns all over the region.  Some of the groups travelled 500 km to attend!

The students were all excited, fabulous and highly motivated in their queer activism, but their challenge will come when they try to bring change to their isolated communities.

2.   At school, the couple of GSA kids and I are feeling pressure from principal to stage a big "gay" event, the April 8 Day of Pink. 

The GSA kids have so many issues on their own so, in desperation, I had to seek help from the Students' Council kids who very quickly made plans for the day:  Pink T-shirt sales, Pink Day Posters, Pink Cup Cakes sales, announcements and the like.

3.  I have posted several times about my fuck buddy, an aboriginal dude who had bariatric surgery and who works in a gold mine in the northern part of our province was in town.  Aboriginal Fuck Buddy was in town for a "wild weekend" which included me!

In addition to having sex, what he really wanted from me was intimacy, conversation with a friend and cuddling in bed all night long..... meaning, he asked me to sleep over in his swanky hotel room!

 This made for a very, very long day for me:  up at 6:00 a.m. to walk the dogs, arrived at school early to finish my supply teacher preparations, dropped my doggies off at my parents' for doggy-sitting and then on to the LGBTQ student conference which ended for the teachers at 7:00 pm  (They fed us supper. Yum!)

sThen, I had to pick up my dogs, drive some 30 km home, get them settled for the night and THEN, drive 30 km to his hotel by 10:00 pm.  It was very special, not just the bedtime and morning sex, but especially everything in between;  sweet kissing, spooning and falling asleep with masculine guy in my arms. Very sweet!

4.   I find myself double booked for Monday:  the 19 year old university student / drag perfomer who I blogged about here and here is leaving town permanently in two weeks and he wants to spend "all day" with me, our last time for sweet intimacy.  I"ll miss him!

As well, I have a coffee date with a 67 year old formerly-married guy, extremely handsome and just coming out in a big way in town.  I've met him several times at the 5O+ LGBTQ social group in town and he wants to become involved in our Pride committee.  He's slim, extremely handsome with striking blue-green eyes and an amputee with one leg missing below the knee.

While I don't really want to hook up with someone that old, he's funny, charming, successful and intelligent. I think he's looking for a friend and also someone to cuddle with. We'll see what happens!