Positive Outlook

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When I was in my early 30s, a senior manager at my workplace (one level up from my boss) called me into his office.  This was the first time we'd had a private meeting.  I'd been recommended to head up a rather challenging project at location in another city and he wanted to discuss it with me.

He introduced himself,  looked at at me speculatively across his desk, shook his head with a smile and said,  
"What is it about you?  Everyone seems to think that the sun shines out of your ass!  What do you do that makes them think that?

I laughed out loud at his "shines out of your ass" comment.  It was so unexpected!  I said,  "I don't know!   In my real life, I never brag about myself, but at that moment, I had to answer his question seriously:

• I work well with everyone even if I don't particularly like them.  I can separate the personality clashes and the tittle-tattle which occur in a workplace with the task which needs to be done.
• I said that I was pretty smart but more importantly had a lot of common sense and practical experience about how things work in our technological field.
• I seek advice from others with expertise in the topic at every level. In particular, I always get input from the front line workers most affected by the decisions being made.  Most people in my position had egos which were too big to do this.
• I never present my boss with just "a problem."   Rather, I always present the problem along with, "but here is what I think we can do to solve it."
• The most important thing:   I am the most positive person that I know.  I think can make a valuable contribution in everything I do.

I was reminded of this several weeks ago when my spinal condition was at its worst and most painful.  I had lost the use of one arm (although I could move my fingers) and the numbness had spread  down to my feet.  I was actually starting accept the fact that I might end up in a wheelchair; it was as bad as that.

(As an aside, my marathon training which I previously posted about wasn't going particularly well due to some knee pain.)

I suddenly thought, "Hey!!  If I'm in a wheelchair, then I can starting competing in wheelchair marathons!   How cool is that! My knees won't bother me then!  And wow!!!  Just think of the great shoulder and arm muscles I will get!!   (My skinny bird-arms are my least favourite part of my body.)

I had second thought, "Am I insane?" .... here I am in excruciating pain and could end up being a cripple.  

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Here I am thinking how cool it would be to compete in a wheelchair; to have yet another life challenge to overcome.  What "normal" person would think that being in a wheelchair would be a positive outcome?

I did.  Somehow, I managed to turn this terrible prospect, even temporarily, into something positive. 

ps.  By the way, my recovery is going exceptionally well.  However, I've been referred to a neurosurgeon to discuss the underlying causes which still remain and possible courses of action.

Small Town Pride, continued

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Here's my account of my first-ever Pride event. My oldest drove me to the Pride family picnic and then went on some errands.  For this year, I wanted to check out the scene by myself.  I only stayed for about thirty minutes;   it would have been too painful to stay any longer.

It was my first time ever being in a (small) crowd of people where everyone was either gay or gay-friendly.  It's hard to describe, but I felt the beginnings of a very special feeling..... as though I "belonged", not completely, but it was a start. 
 
By far the best part of the event was seeing the very large number of teenagers, all of them very attractive, hip and seemingly self-confident. These youngsters had every manner rainbow-striped Pride gear, from packsacks, t-shirts, t-shirt minidresses, dog leashes, purses and hats... all clearly purchased for such such an occasion.   They were just so cool!   I was so proud of their courage!  These kids are so lucky to be growing up in a country with such a strong acceptance of LGBT people.

Another surprise:  I was expecting to see a lot of hefty lesbians with buzz cuts, wearing work boots and flannel shirts.  (I apologize for that stereotype.)  Instead, I saw attractive women in their 30s who appeared to be there as same-sex couples with children, looking like any mothers you see see at a playground with their kids. 

I bought a Pride t-shirt and flag, took my 12 of 12 pictures, walked around the site and admired a beautiful young policeman. He had am amazing bubble butt highlighted by the tightest policeman's pants. He was on duty at the city police's job recruitment table, with the goal or improving diversity amongst its police force. I wondered, did they send a gay policeman to the LGBT picnic?  Another stereotype:  straight policemen wear tight pants, too, I'm sure!

Sadly, there were not too many 25 - 50 year old men present.   I was there in the late afternoon and the kids' activities were still in full swing. I'm sure the hot guys were going to show up for the evening's entertainment ending at 11:00 pm.

I chatted to a old friend  who hugged me and offered her condolences. I said, "What for?".  I didn't realize at first that she was referring to my marriage breakdown.  I told her, pointing around me, that this is why marriage failed... "I finally figured out I was gay!"   I said the kids were perfectly fine with me being gay and she said, "Of course they are;  you two are the most fantastic parents ever!"  Another bit of support! 

I didn't go into the tent where all the LGBT groups had displays.  No one else was in there and I suddenly chickened out, not wanting to be at the centre of attention. I'll check out their websites  for all the info I need.


My goals for next year:

1. participate more fully in more of the Pride week events
2. help out on the organizing committee
3. What I really want to do the most; attend a big city Pride Parade!

Pride 12 of 12

Blogger Chad Darnell has a project where people from all over the world take 12 pictures on the 12th of each month and post them on their blogs.  Check out everone's pictures this month: here is Chad's 12 of 12  link list.

This month's 12 of 12 pictures are on the theme Gay Pride, taken at my small town's fantastic Pride Family Picnic.  There were many people wearing very cool pride clothing and accessories: T-shirts, hats, mini-dresses, packsacks, umbrellas. purses and the like.  I would have felt  too intrusive to take pictures of them, so I limited myself to photographing inanimate objects.

I only stayed for a short time so as not to aggravate my spinal injury, but I'm very happy I went .  It was another step forward on my gay journey!  Baby steps!  Details to follow in next post.

#1:  Canada leads the world in LGBT rights and protections

#2:  microphones decorated with rainbow streamers.

#3

#4:  One of my kids painted this clay pot for me.

#5:  The public service unions were represented.  No one noticed the irony of the "Good Jobs" sign hanging on the Port-a-Potty.

#6:   I bought my first pride flag.  Sweet!

#7: 

#8:   

#9: Local musicians performed all day long.

#10:   Two things to note here.   First, our city police department had representatives at Pride with the goal of recruiting LGBT folk to become police officers.   Second, I was ogling the hottie young policeman, he of the wide stance, amazing bubble butt and the tightest possible pants.  I wondered, "If he was chasing some criminal, how could he even run in those pants!"   I was also thinking, "Hmmmm...... is he showing off the goods on purpose?"

I didn't dare get any closer to get a proper pic.   Damn!!

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#12:  my freebie pink triangle frisbee

BONUS PIC:  Lucky #13 -- I am practicing for my first gay leather event; maybe a harness would be a better look?  I still have my mid-80s black leather pants.  I fill them out better than ever!

Small Town Pride

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Later this month, I will be attending a major Gay Pride event in my small town. Right now, only my family and a very few closest friends know I'm gay.   At the Pride event, I expect to see some colleagues and mutual friends, past and present.

It will be my first "public outing" in a very small way and I'm a bit nervous about it, for the possible impact my outing may have on my kids.   However, I must push ahead with my gay journey;  I've come so far and don't want to lose momentum now!

All the community LGBT groups will be there, so at the very least, I plan to buy a Pride T-shirt and maybe some other Pride items. More importantly, I plan to talk to the representatives of all the different groups and find out about some local gay-oriented social, sports and/or organizational groups I can join in September. Wish me luck!


Based on the comments on my last post and some private e-mails, it seems that many of you want to see me get laid!   RG best summed up my feelings on this, "You are a boiling cauldron of pent-up sexual frustration and you need to explore and experience what it's like to have sex with another man."

It's not that easy, however. Right now I am completely exhausted, a bit lot stressed-out, concerned about my financial future and have my kids with me most of the time. 


Another stressor: my wife and I have had some extremely difficult conversations recently about our respective homes.  Although I am very much "on the mend" and my pain is much reduced, the 'disability management officer' at my workplace tells me I won't be allowed to return to work until July at the earliest.

I have a very clear idea of what is best for me regarding when to start my gay sex life.  I will take to heart these other comments as well:

• Just take it easy Buddy. There's no rush.
• Take it slow!
• Follow whatever path is right for you!

I do have a plan, however.  By September, I hope to be able to provide a full report on:  "What Who I did during my summer holidays."

Gay Adolescence

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Dr. Spo recently offered me this wise advice, partially tongue-in-cheek, "You need to get laid, seriously and soon."  Despite all the drama and physical pain in my life right now, there is within me an undercurrent of anticipation and excitement.

BosGuy recently asked the question "When was your gay adolescence?", that sense of exuberance and  exploration experienced by men who come out in later life.   It is like being a teenager again, exploring one's sexuality except with an infinitely greater self-confidence which only comes with life experience.

The "must-see" movie Beginners deals with the subject of gay adolescence.  Christopher Plummer plays a terminally-ill widower in his 70s who is going through a gay adolescence and takes a young male lover. 

Now, my gay adolescence will look very different than if  I had come out in the early 80s as a young man and had a "slut phase" then.   It is likely that I wouldn't have survived, given the state of HIV / AIDS at that time.

Today, I have a strong desire to continue to be a positive role model to my children.  I would not want my children to know that I was whoring around our small town, s*cking and f*cking every guy that crossed my path.  It is highly a little unlikely that I will even have a slut phase.   I like to think (and I may be delusional here) that I would want to have even a small emotional connection with some guy before having sex with him. 

I hope to be in a LTR with some nice guy my age after a period of several years.  Several formerly married gay guys my age have shared with me their experiences with online hookup sites.  The consensus:  online hookup sites are NOT the route to take for guys like us.  Mr. Right is more likely to be found in gay community groups, gay committees, gay dads' groups and gay sports leagues.

And again, to all my friends who have expressed concerns about my well-being during this part of my journey. I promise that I will be safe, sensible and cautious.  I  would never place myself in a situation where I would be taken advantage of or be influenced by peer pressure.  I am highly cautious, methodical and a major planner.  When it is the right time and situation for me to lose my gay virginity, I'll be the first to know.

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5 on the fifth

Steven Chapman says: 

"Take 5 photographs on the days leading up to the 5th and publish those on your own blog and then add the link to my blog,  State of the Nation UK so that others can see your images. "

You can either take 5 random pictures or follow this months theme, which is: NEW

I've decided to take pictures of all the NEW flowers which are suddenly appearing in my yard. It has been a very cold spring here (temperatures near freezing on some nights) but today is very sunny.   I was tempted to get off my sickbed couch and take a careful stroll around the yard.

We'll get a bushel or two of pears from this tree.

Lady's mantle with some Oriental poppies just about to bloom.

Pink flowering crabapple tree in full bloom.

I love the black currants which come from this bush.

Little patch of dwarf irises almost finished blooming,.

Bleeding hearts:  as kids, we used to enjoy eating the white part in the middle.

I should have known I was gay....

I've seen many medical professionals about my injury but by far the best advice I've received was from Dr. Spo:  "Remember please, the body does usually a fine job at healing itself, if we are patient and don't try to 'hurry it along' with too many medical interventions."   I've been following his advice diligently and for the first time, I feel myself making significant progress in my healing.  Thank you, Dr. Spo!

Update:  Check out this excellent interview Dr. Spo did with the online travel magazine, Beat of Hawaii.

I am mainly pain-free despite being off the pain pills for just over a day but I'm still on the anti-inflammatories ....the challenge is to remain immobile most of the time and to resist the temptation of chores around the house. It's been difficult for a restless, hard-working person like me.

The photo at left was a bit of an "Aha! moment" for me.

When I was about 12, I became fascinated with the beautiful teenage boys and young men who were lifeguards at my local pool.

In the early 70s, all the lifeguards at our pool wore Speedos and were usually tanned and shirtless.  Some were lightly muscled, but all were very slim and had beautiful, flat bellies.

My favourite view was of the lifeguards sitting in this sensual, slouched, open-crotched pose. I would tread water in the pool some distance in front of the hottie lifeguard and be mesmerized by:

• the tantalizing view up his inner thighs, lighty furred with golden blonde hair.  Only Speedos allow us to see all of the inner thighs.
• his beautiful thighs, knees, calves and feet
• his beautifully rounded bulge with cock and balls stretching out the fabric.  These bulges at times looked completely smooth, as though he had a light bulb hidden in the crotch of his Speedos.  At other times, the balls, cock and sometimes cock head could be seen outlined in the fabric.  Gasp!
• Other than the obvious cock size, the Speedo-wearing lifeguards invited speculation as to how they wore their cock:  pointing up, sideways or (most-common) hanging down.   My favourites were the "pointers", best seen when the lifeguards stood on the pool deck with their cocks miraculously pointing straight out in their Speedos.
• Best of all, I loved the view of the tiny strip of fabric covering that area between balls, legs and bum.   Call it a perineum, taint, ginch or grundle....  the view of that most private area of a man's body covered by the thinnest strip of fabric was intoxicating to me.
   

http://dirty-speedo.tumblr.com/: No, our lifeguards didn't look like him, but I couldn't resist.