A real skater versus a poseur skater. How to tell the difference?

Hi, friends and readers:

If you follow this site, then you know it’s a spot where gay skateboarders often sound off about their subculture and the homophobia they encounter there. I always enjoy hearing from gay skaters. Most are bright young men and total nonconformists.

When I saw the photo online yesterday, however, it made me want to puke. Would anyone believe for one moment the kid in the photo is a genuine skater. He looks like a model in a department store add. No self-respecting skater, straight or gay, would be caught dead in those clothes, I assure you. And that skateboard looks like it hasn’t even been used on the street.

True skaters eschew fashion. They tend to be skinny and scruffy, and they don’t always bathe regularly. They never style their hair like the kid in the photo above.

Here’s what a real skater looks like. Does he look like a model in a fashion ad? Nah, of course not.

It’s been a normal Monday for me. I wrote for a while this morning, after my beach walk. After lunch, I visited the YMCA for a workout and lap-swimming, followed by a visit to the driving range. The temperature at the range was so hot, I left before hitting all the balls I’d paid for. I can’t wait for cool weather to come next month.

Have a nice Monday evening, everyone.

Young guys and sunshine. Why I love the beach ….

Hi, friends and readers:

Most of last week, I spent time far from Florida’s coast, and I have to say I didn’t like it. As a child, I lived near the Gulf of Mexico. As a teenager, I lived only steps from the water, And now, I live on a barrier island, surrounded by water. I don’t know why, but I always get antsy if I’m inland. I think large bodies of water bring peace to the human soul, I truly do. This morning, I took my usual two-mile walk on the shore, my first in a week, and it felt more than amazing. I’ve missed the waves, the seabirds, the breeze, and the sand. Oh, and you know me: I also missed the boys running around in their boardshorts and flip-flops.

I stayed up far too late last night, and as a result I slept in this morning. But I took my morning walk, and then fixed breakfast. Outside, it’s already steamy. Summer in Florida doesn’t end until mid-October, so my a/c is chugging and I’ll stay inside until it’s time to visit the YMCA. I’ll work out and swim laps, and maybe shoot baskets in the gym. Then it’s off to the driving range to hit a bucket of balls.

I don’t know what I’ll do with my evening. Everything is different, now that my boyfriend has moved northward, but I won’t lack for things to do. I have several writing projects to work on, and many friends to spend time with, if I feel the need for company.

Thanks again to all of you who’ve written me about the changes going on in my life. Believe me, I’m fine, but it’s nice to know you care. Have a nice Monday, everyone.