Why do I like watching football?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi, friends and readers:

Someone wrote me over the weekend to ask, “I don’t get this whole thing with you and football, Gators or otherwise.. You’re a writer and gay. Don’t you have better things to devote your time to?”

Hmmm. I’ll admit, I’ve always been turned off by the whole “sports mania” thing so many American men suffer from, especially when you’re talking football. It’s a stinking game, for Christ’s sake, played by a bunch of overpaid and spoiled men who don’t give a crap about their fans or the city their team plays in. That includes college ball, where most of the players aren’t even real students, just subsidized entertainers waiting for their shot at the NFL.

Having said all that ….

do enjoy watching the Florida Gators play, especially when they’re doing well. When I attended school there, the team was so bad the stands in the stadium were rarely half-full for games. At least now, the Gators are often a ranked team with a respectable record. It’s fun visiting the campus for a weekend, or just watching them play on TV. But my spirits do not rise and fall with the fortunes of the Gators. If they lose, well … too bad. I don’t take my football seriously.

I’m home from Gainesville. I did the YMCA and the driving range, and then the supermarket, as my cupboard was bare. Now I’m home sipping a beer, and looking forward to a quiet evening and a Netflix movie.

Have a nice Monday night, everyone.

A pair of sexy guys to soothe your eyes …

Hi, friends and readers: I’m still on the road, up in Gainesville, and I’m posting with my laptop, where my photo collection is kind of sparse. But I thought you guys would appreciate the two photos I’ve posted here, this afternoon. I don’t know which guy I like better, but then I don’t have to choose, do I? Last night, after we fixed dinner, here at the apartment, we visited a few nightspots in downtown Gainesville. Most places were crowded with students, and lots of fun. The drink prices weren’t too bad, and parking wasn’t a problem. We’ll definitely do it again. It’s so invigorating, being surrounded by college students who are friendly and respectful. I like it here in Gainesville, I really do. I’ll visit here as often as possible, as long as my boyfriend’s willing to put up with me.

This morning, we walked the campus for an hour, soaking up the beauty of the Gothic-style buildings and the ancient oaks and long leaf pines. I love the Spanish moss growing on these trees, everywhere you look. Not many students were about, at 8:30 AM. I suppose most were sleeping off hangovers from yesterday’s football game and the subsequent parties. The Gators demolished Kentucky, 38-0, a total blowout. Tonight, we’ll fix dinner and watch an NFL game. Maybe we’ll take a walk around the neighborhood afterward.

My boyfriend has to be at work early tomorrow, and I’m driving back to my little island. So, we won’t stay up late tonight. It’s been a great visit; my boyfriend’s place is so comfortable. Today we bought houseplants and put them in pots on the porch and inside the apartment, and the plants really dress the place up.

Have a great Sunday evening, friends.

Guys and water: the clothes always come off …

Hi, friends and readers:

Guys everywhere love water, especially during warm weather. Water’s so cool and refreshing, and a guy always likes getting clean, whether it’s in a washtub or a river. The clothes come off, and the fun begins. Check out the guy at left. Would you offer to scrub his back?

Of course you would ….

It’s been an interesting day so far. I watched the first part of the Gator/Kentucky game on TV, here at the apartment. The Gators took an early lead, and it seemed obvious to me they would win. So, I took to the streets with my bicycle.

It has been many, many years since I lived in Gainesville, but as mentioned this morning, I have very clear memories of my time here. I went in search of the last two places I lived in during my student days. I found one, and I also found the neighborhood where I lived in the other, but not the specific house. Hey, it’s been forty years, so give me a little slack in the memory depeartment.

I’m not sure what’s in store for this evening. My boyfriend will likely get off work around five PM. He may meet a friend for a few drinks for an hour or so, and that’s okay. We’ll do dinner and spend some time getting personal, later on. (Yummmm ….)

I hope your Saturday is going well, friends, wherever you are.

The University of Florida and me: a curious, evolving relationship ….

Hi, friends and readers:

If you follow this website, then you know my boyfriend recently moved to Gainesville, FL, where his company transferred him to a super job he could not pass up. His apartment is two blocks from the University of Florida campus, where I attended college, about one hundred years ago.

Yesterday, after I worked out at the YMCA, I made the 2-1/2 hour drive to Gainesville, to spend a few days here. This morning, after my boyfriend left for work, I took a one-hour walk through campus, passing so many spots where I have memories of events from my college days, most of them not particularly good memories.

I wasn’t a happy guy when I went to school here. I struggled with my sexuality. Being gay was not socially acceptable here in the early 1970s, and I tried to fit into the straight, fraternity boy subculture. It didn’t work, and I only made myself more miserable. None of that, of course, was the university’s fault. But those four years were painful times for me, and for the longest time after I left here, I had no desire to come back for a visit. Frankly, I hated the place.

But I started re-visiting in the 1990s, when I’d take one of my  sons to a football game, or when I’d take one of my European exchange students up here for a football weekend. And slowly, I began to appreciate the beauty of the campus, and the value of the education I had received here. I guess I’ve “made peace” with the university, now that I’ve “made peace” with myself. Does that make sense? They say you can’t like much in this world until you like yourself. I struggled into my mid-twenties, before I came to like Martin for who he was. It’s all okay, and I am glad to be in Gainesville today. I’m glad to be Martin, too.

Today at noon, the UF Gators play University of Kentucky, here at the stadium in Gainesville. The tailgaters are out in force with their blue and orange tents, barbeque grills, and ice coolers. A party atmosphere reigns on campus. The students all wear their Gator t-shirts, and I’m sure I’ll encounter many a sexy undergraduate in a state of drunken excitement, as the day wears on. (How awful!)

I could attend the game if I wanted to, but it’s too damned hot in the stadium at noon, in September. I’ll watch the contest on my boyfriend’s TV, in the coolness of his apartment. Oh, and you can’t drink beer in the stadium, which tends to dampen one’s spirits when watching football. The fridge here is stocked, so I’m good all around.

Students are already streaming toward the stadium in their Gator gear; the game begins in about ninety minutes. I think I’ll sit a spell on the front porch, and soak up the beauty of this lovely day.

Have a nice Saturday, everyone.

Screwing in the shower; Martin’s hitting the road ….

Hi, friends and readers:

If you’ve never tried shower sex, you should. You’d be amazed how erotic the sound of running water can be while you’re poking your boyfriend. Go ahead: give it a try.

This will be a quick post because I must devote my morning to packing my Element for the trip I’ll take to Gainesville, later today. There’s so much to do, and so little time to do everything. I’m taking my laptop with me, so I’ll post during my stay up north.

I did have time to take my morning walk on the beach, around eight AM. Things were so peaceful down there. I guess tomorrow I’ll walk around the University of Florida campus instead.

Have a nice Friday, everyone.

Sexy guys in boardshorts; l-o-n-g day for Martin ….

Hi, friends and readers:

One of the joys of living on an island in a tropical climate is the plethora of young men wearing only boardshorts. Everywhere you turn, guys are strutting around, showing off their ripped physiques. Do you like the two young men in tonight’s photos? Sure you do..

It’s been a long day for me. My painting project took far longer than expected, due to cramped conditions and too many flaws needing patch before I could paint. But the job is done and it looks good. I even hung a wall-mounted medicine cabinet for the first time in my life.

Will wonders never cease?

So, I’m tired and a bit sore from all my efforts, and I’m ready to relax at home with a few beers and a bottle of wine to soothe me. I have a Netflix movie to watch, and a flounder filet I bought at the seafood market down the street, so my evening’s set. I know, it doesn’t sound too exciting, but I’m fine with it.

Have a look at the guy in the photo at left. Aye-yi-yi, what a body. In my book, he’s the kind of guy who should never wear a shirt. Would you agree?

Tomorrow, I’ll pack up my car with all sorts of things my boyfriend needs for his new apartment. I’ll visit the YMCA first, for a workout. Then I’ll drive northward to Gainesville, to spend a few days with my swee-tay. I can’t wait to see him.

I’m experiencing heavy traffic on this site today, after having a few light traffic days earlier in the week. I can never figure out what drives the numbers, but thanks to everyone who has stopped by today. Have a nice Thursday night, everyone.

 

Guys at the beach; long workday for Martin today …

Hi, friends and readers:

If you follow this site, then you know I live on a barrier island on the Gulf of Mexico, west of Tampa, FL. The Gulf is 100 yards from my front door, and the Intracoastal Waterway is steps away from my house. I’m surrounded by water, and I love it.

Our beach is beautiful. The sand is white as table sugar, and our dunes are covered in sea oats and sea grape trees. We have pelicans and sea gulls, and all sorts of marine life, including manatees and bottle nosed dolphins. Of course, during my walks on the beach, I encounter many beautiful young men, like the two you see on today’s photo posts.

Don’t you envy me?

It’s an odd day, weatherwise, today. I took my usual three-mile walk around eight AM. The sky is overcast and the air is still. It’s very humid outside, too. So, I’m grateful for my central air conditioning this morning.

As mentioned yesterday, today will be a workday for me. I have a painting project that will take up most of my time, and there are several other minor tasks I must perform to prepare my rental apartment for the winter tourist season. (That’s right: I’m not just a writer, I’m a landlord. What fun.)

If I’m lucky, I’ll finish my projects today, as tomorrow I’ll hit the road to visit my wonderful boyfriend in Gainesville. I have much to do, in preparing for my trip northward, so I’ll close out this post, and wish all of you a pleasant Thursday.

Another amazing clip from “Nordzee Texas”; long day for Martin ….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi, friends and readers:

I have posted about the film, Nordzee Texas, before. Tonight, I’m posting a video clip from the movie, one I haven’t seen before. Sadly the film is not available from Netflix, or even for purchase from Amazon. I suspect that’s because Nordzee Texas involves a sexual relationship between two high school boys. (Horrors!) You can read about this Belgian-made film here: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1625150/

Will I ever get to see this interesting movie?

Okay, it’s been a long day. My trip to Home Depot was fruitful; I’m all ready for tomorrow’s work projects next door. I talked on the phone with my beautiful boyfriend; he sounded happy with his new job, and he’s finally getting settled into his new apartment. Hearing his voice makes my day.

Have a nice Wednesday night, everyone.

A pair of hot blond guys; fall arrives in central Florida ….

Hi, friends and readers:

If you follow this site, you know I prefer dark haired guys. They’re my thing. But I know many of you prefer blond young men, so here are a pair of guys I know you’ll appreciate. Am I right? I like the fact the models in both photos are not looking at the camera, and I like the lighting in both photos.

I rose around seven this morning, for my usual walk on the beach. , and I think fall has finally arrived in central Florida. A cool breeze blew, and I didn’t even break a sweat while I walked. The sunrise was brilliantly colored: reds, pinks, and golds, another sure sign that fall is here. I have lengthened my walk to three miles now, it takes about an hour. After I showered and enjoyed my breakfast, I wrote for two hours, creating new scenes in my work-in-progress, a nocel set in Tallahassee in the mid-1970s.

I have a busy afternoon ahead. I’ll visit the YMCA for my usual workout and lap-swimming. Then I must visit the paint store and Home Depot, to acquire materials for a few projects I have left to accomplish at my rental unit next door. I’ll devote tomorrow afternoon to these projects: sanding, patching, painting, and so forth. Doesn’t that sound like fun?

It’s still a bit weird, waking up without my boyfriend here each morning. But we talked on the phone yesterday, and I will visit him in Gainesville for a few days, later this week.

I’m not sure what I’ll do with my evening, but I think I may visit the swimming facility down the street, for a dip in the pool and a soak in the hot tub. Doesn’t that sound nice?

Traffic on this site has been a little slow the past few days, perhaps because I didn’t post too often last week. Forgive me, readers, but I was busy helping my boyfriend move. Have a nice Wednesday, everyone.

Hot guys in Speedos, enjoying the pool ….

Hi, friends and readers:

Speedos are amazing, aren’t they? Check out the young man at left. HIs body was made for his swimsuit. He should never wear anything else, wouldn’t you agree? I wonder what his name is, and where he lives? Most U. S. guys are too modest to wear Speedos, so I am guessing he’s Australian or European. I’ll bet his name is … Jamie, and he lives in … Melbourne.

Anyone know?

I’m home from my drive to the center of the state. Today’s trip was especially harrowing, as a huge system of rainstorms lashed central Florida all day long. It made driving on the Interstate highway difficult, as I could barely see the car in front of me. I couldn’t have picked a worse day, weather wise, to make the trip. But I did, and I enjoyed a nice lunch and visit with my loved one. These trips are important, I know, as I’m sure she grows tired of life at the ALF. Besides, one day I’ll be aged, and maybe if I’m lucky someone will visit me and take me out for lunch once in a while.

I’m home now, safe and sound, and ready for a pleasant evening. Two old friends from my boyhood are coming to my place for drinks and bullshitting. Then we’ll visit a local restaurant for a nice meal. It’s always fun being with these guys, and now I don’t have to cook dinner this evening. What could be better? Now that I’m living by myself, cooking dinner’s not nearly as fun.

I spoke with my boyfriend just a few minutes ago. He had a good day at work, and now he’s going shopping for cooking implements for his new kitchen. I’ll be visiting him later this week, and we’ll prepare a few nice meals together during my stay. I can’t wait.

Have a nice Tuesday night, all.