For family reasons, I was suddenly called upon to drive over 600 miles across one of the most remote northern British Columbia highways. You can drive for hours without any sign of civilization.... endless rocks and trees, trees and rocks. I love the wilderness and this sort of scenery but it's not everyone's cup of tea.
I stopped overnight at a motel in a small sawmill town of less than 1,000 people. It is a very remote even by Canadian standards; with a couple hundred miles of wilderness to the next big city.
I lived for years in just such a remote small town and never gave the gay issue a thought. Since coming out, I now look at everything with a gay perspective. What do you do if you are growing up gay in such a small, remote, blue-collar town? What if you're the only gay in the village?
What's a bored, middle-aged gay guy to do in a tacky highway motel? Take half-nekkid pictures of himself and post them online, of course! I hope you like them!
NOTE: For most of my life, I thought that my lard-arse was too big. One of the biggest discoveries I have made since edging my way into the gay world is this: having an ample butt is usually considered an asset in the gay world. Who knew?
