Bears

After yesterday’s titty talk I thought we’d go all butch today
And why not? , despite protestations from my old friend Nigel, I can do butch
( strange spell check went immediately to bitch rather than butch there)

I received this postcard from Mathew (from Georgia ) this morning
Apparently it’s Ajax by Giovanni Demin 
Mathew said to “Enjoy the beard” 
I will Mathew, I love a man with a beard....
I guess we all have a type .

My first crush was a straight friend in his late teens.
I was a couple of years older
He was built like an American football player and was able to grow a beard not long after sitting his O levels so I’m not surprised I have been attracted to big mature men with easy smiles ever since 

Masculine bearded guys are referred to as bears in the gay world, and in my experience Bears tend to be the most “ sorted” and “ friendly” of all supposed gay subgroups ...if  you have to pigeon hole a group...
I remember going to my first gay pub in Sheffield in the early 1990s which was hosting its regular bear night 
Ten minutes in, I had been asked to dance by a hirsute, broad smiling Dentist from Penistone called Dominic who was kitted out in a leather harness, that,  thirty five years later Dorothy would sport quite gayly around the lanes of Trelawnyd

Funny old world








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Death

Winter white snow

 Whipping wind

Chilly frost

Winter 

approaching

To cleanse

Earthly realms

and wipe 

with wet 

white ice

a note

to step back

handle

with a delicate finger

and let nature

take the lead

Then the powder

comes as 

a calming reminder

of living

in the moment

kiss my lips

caress my skin

and leave me

Not as you

found me



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Hot Bra

 

I miss the village post office.
I miss the complete disarray Jenny the postmistress was always in when faced with something more complex than an order of more than two first class stamps 
She was surrounded by paper that often threatened to engulf her completely.
I miss those untidy days.

I have to travel to the next village to post my parcels, so today went to the Spar which doubles as post office and supermarket to get my nephew’s birthday gift sent. 
I waited patiently as two women argued in front of me about social distancing and hid behind my mask 
The wait was rather long, and so I was grateful to eventually leave the claustrophobic queue , pay for my post and leave the hot shop. 
When I was outside I pulled down my mask and took several gulps of fresh cool air with a sigh.
“ Now you blokes know what’s it’s like to be a woman!  “ so said one of the women who was involved in the argument  
I nodded and smiled politely
“ We have the same feeling of relief when we take our bras off after a day at work !“ 

And for once I was lost for a word of reply





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