My partner and I live in a small town with a population of around 400, inflated to around 600 during the tourist season. We are an hour's drive from our capital city of Darwin which is still small even by Australian standards (100,000). The nearest major city is 3000km away.
In locations like this, gay or otherwise, entertainment is often what you make yourself, although driving to Darwin for a show or to see a movie is certainly an achievable option.
We have coined our
Lately my man and I have both been sick and life is not the bed of roses it never will be. He has chronic fatigue and I have various heart issues. For me though I have been battling a flu for over a month and I get very tired.
We have been dancing around each other and he is tired and finding work difficult. I am just tired. Well work is tiring too even though I am now only three days part time.
We are such different people and this all seems to come out at these sorts
My partner and I have just got back from a holiday near the Gold Coast in South East Queensland. We stayed in a gay men only B&B and had a most relaxing time. it rained the whole week we were there staying in the Bush House in the Tallebudgera Valley. Most people from more southern climes I guess go to SE Queensland for the sun but as we already live in the tropics the relative cool and mountain scenery was a good change.
I have stayed in other gay men only B&Bs and find them
The house was full last night, ten came back from the community quiz night in our little town for nightcaps and chat. I crashed before the witching hour and woke a couple of hours later to find that my partner was still up earnestly chatting to the straight and maritally separated plumber. This morning I woke at first light to find we had five sleep-over guests. A couple of gay guys in our second bedroom, my partnerís daughter and her ex-boyfriend on a mattress on the living room floor and the plumber
I read something last night that stuck with me, rang bells and all those metaphors. The statement made was 'We are all called to ecstasy'. And my response was: Yes!
The ecstasy of letting go to the moment is something we all seek in orgasm or spiritual highs or drugs or food or the total dropping of inhibition that can be found in dancing or involvement in the arts, walking on beaches or mountains or in many a varied ways.
These fleeting moments are anticipated planned