Today’s bike ride…. a photo essay.

Hi bloggers,

If you know anything about me from following my blog, you know I like nothing more than pulling on my lycra shorts and riding on the trails around the city I live. Its fitness, its fun, and it feels wickedly kind of nekkid ;). No underwear, as per usual. 

 

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Self absorbed selfie. 

 

Ok, so I went out the front of the house this morning. The sun is shining, its not yet too hot to enjoy the day. There is no breeze at all and its a super comfortable 20C or about 70F. ‘That’s perfect for a bike ride’  I though to myself. Even the bugs are having a day off. Unbelievable.

I started my ride after pumping the tires in the shed. 50 psi, I like them kind of hard. As I pedalled off I thought about how damn nice it feels with no shirt and just a thin layer of spandex between me and the world. There was very little traffic, I took the back streets. My mission today was to ride from the south traffic bridge all the way up the river to the north traffic bridge. It probably took me about 1-2 hours, but I had no agenda, no where to be and only myself to answer to. Awesome.

 

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The south traffic bridge. 

 

 

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Sweaty jogger. I wonder if it was a personal best?

The air had a mild coolness about it as I rode onto the river trail. I stopped to grab some pictures at the area with the bench seats. A sweaty jogger came up the trail and stopped to check her watch before making the arduous climb up the steps to the parking lot above. The river level has come down a bit. It snakes its way gracefully alongside the city. In a way it divides the city, yet provides a focal point that brings us together.

 

 

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Saskatoon Shines. 

 

I crossed the first bridge and rode along the river trail on the far side of the bank. A lot of people are out enjoying the mid summer weather. There are  families and joggers, and bike riders, and everything. I rode by the skateboard park. A surprising number of people are using the park so early in the morning. I rode past the area that later would host the yoga in the park.

I continued on through the pathways at the city centre. I continued north, and rode past some bicycle cops. Eventually,  I found myself at the far north bridge. I crossed over it, taking some pictures as I crossed. Some people were fishing in the river. As I went onto the trail on the other side, I passed by a guy on his bike, out with his kids.

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The trail winds in and out of river bank tree stands, and occasionally opens up to panoramas of this beautiful city. A small furry mammal crossed the path and entered a burrow. ‘Was that a ground squirrel?’ I thought. A bee buzzed its way across my path. At the University crop area a harvester was collecting what looked like grain, loading it into trucks that drove along side it.

 

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I wonder what a police pursuit would look like on bicycles? I wonder if I could out ride them? I don’t want to find out. They have Tasers and shit. 

 

Soon enough, I was back at the Broadway area. The last piece of the trail that I took on was a windy dirt side track. It was a real rush scooting along and taking the turns and rises and falls among trees and bushes. I passed a couple of joggers, and had a close call with a bike rider coming the other way. It was a great day for a ride, and I’m happy to share it with you all, enjoy!

 

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Some tai chi ladies posing for a photo, with their fans. 

 

 

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The north traffic bridge. 

 

 

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Mural on the north bridge underpass. 

 

 

 

 

Today’s Workout – if you are going to make omelettes, you will need to break some eggs!

Hi Bloggers,

Well I don’t think I could come up with a more insensitive blog title for what I am going through in life right now, so I’m focussed on being extra sensitive and kind hearted. Please, don’t be reading too much into the title. I made an omelette, and I literally broke a couple of eggs. This is in no way analogous for any situation, persons, or circumstances in my life at this time or in reference for past events or future reference. Phew, glad to get that out there, I get feedback from my blogs, and its not always good!

Alrighty then. This morning I went over to the Blairmore gym for a workout. It was good. The crowd there is very relaxed at about 8 am on a Saturday. The people there are just regular gym goers. Very normal people really (perhaps, except for me!!??).

So this morning’s workout was all about the biceps and triceps. Here’s what was in it:

Bicep curls on preacher bench.  3 sets of 10 reps, using a 40 then 45 then 50 lbs dumbbell.

Bicep concentration curls. Same weight.

Bicep curls on incline bench.

Tricep extension on bench.

Tricep cable curls.

On the way home, I was thinking about omelette. I got home and I cooked up a frying pan of bacon, onion, mushroom and eggs.

Later, my son was up and I helped him make pancakes.

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I’m not one of those people who post what they cook. I just don’t do that. Ever. Except today.

 

It was just awesome.

Saskatoon Pride parade – that’s sooo gay.

Hi Bloggers, disclaimer. I’m not gay. There, it’s said, we can all move on, right? Ok.

What I do appreciate is open minded people, as I am one of them myself. A little while back the Pride Parade boldly sashayed through the city streets. It was a fabulous celebration of colour and lifestyle choice. The parade was big!

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Saskatoon, I love you, man. You’re kind of open and accepting and a bit queer and artsy and you just kind of let me be me! Thank you!

 

One of the things that I really appreciated about it was that big business and organisations participated too, in order to show their support. I think this is wonderful. there was the fire brigade, the police, the navy, the school board, the TD banking organisation, first nations, and a whole lot of other community groups that were out there saying “it’s ok to be you, to be gay, or bi, or trans, or fucking straight or whatever.” 

So I’m happy to say, I took my kids to the parade. My wife/ex-wife whatever as well. We all hopped in the car and drove down together to enjoy the spectacle. It was a fun day out.

I’ve included some pictures to show you how cool it really was!

 

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Showing the love. Wonderful.

 

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Here’s our dog ‘Jack Black’. That’s my son in the picture. The kids enjoyed the parade and I think its nice to demonstrate tolerance and acceptance.

 

 

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Where can I get a maple leaf flag like this? Ohhhh Canada, you’re so gay!

 

 

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Saskatoon furries. A breed of their own.

 

 

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Native Pride. I talked to this guy. They refer to themselves as ‘two spirit people’.

 

 

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I can’t be sure but I think this lady was flirting with me.

 

Beaches near Saskatoon…

There’s a lot of things that make this city a great place to live. One of the truly awesome things is the beaches that are in the city area, and a short drive away.

You could be forgiven for thinking that Saskatchewan was a land locked farming scene with no place to sunbathe or swim, or maybe you thought it was just always under ice and snow? Well, you’d be surprised. The summers here are very sunny, and warm. This province has more lakes than you can poke a stick at, and some absolutely awesome lake and river beaches.

The great thing about the beaches, in my opinion, is that there’s something for everyone.  Here’s my breakdown of the beaches near Saskatoon.

  1. Bare ass beach. This beach is about 20 minutes drive south of the city and is located on the river. It features a large sandbank, and there’s plenty of room to spread out.  Just as the colloquial name implies, this beach is where you can go to go nude, if you want to. In reality though, one end is for the clothed people, and the other end is for those who like to go au natural. I really like this mix. The nude section is well known, and even though some sunbathers may be in sight of the clothed people, no one is hassling anyone. There’s a good mix of guys and gals who like to let it all hang out, and everyone is respectful. Awesome. The only detracting factor is that it can start looking like spring break with coolers and cans and bottles being left behind. Not cool.
  2. Cranberry flats.  Also to the south of the city, but on the opposite bank from bare-ass beach. This beach is a walk down a nature trail. Its a nice little oasis. You could be a million miles away here. The crowd that go there are mostly men, and I would suggest that its mostly gay. People are friendly and respectful here too. No spring break crowd or stepping over cups and cans left on the sand. Its awesome.

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    Cranberry Flats. https://www.tripadvisor.ca/LocationPhotoDirectLink-g155043-d7603128-i191938490-Cranberry_Flats_Conservation_Area-Saskatoon_Saskatchewan.html
  3. Poplar bluffs. This little gem is one that I only discovered recently. Its closer than bare ass beach. You can drive your car to a nearby parking lot then its a quick walk to the beach along side the river. The beach is long, and uncrowded. Its a really gem spot. I don’t know how I could have missed it before!
  4. Fred Heal canoe launch. This is another recent discovery of mine. Just a really awesome beach. Not as big as bare ass, or poplar bluffs, but a great spot. I went there recently and it was very busy, but then it was a hot sunny weekend day.

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    Fred Heal Canoe launch beach.  http://chiefwhitecapwaterway.ca/plan-your-trip/canoe-routes/
  5. The beach by the north bridge in the city. This is a big sandbar. Its a nice spot, but it gets busy with a mix of college types, and families. Its ok but I prefer a more laid back scene.
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    The beach by the north bridge. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13H29qqumt

    So there you go, not bad for a big old province in the middle of the great white north, eh?

Today’s workout – it’s Friday, and I’m pulling my lycra hot shorts on – Awesome!

Hi Bloggers,

If you’re me,  nothing celebrates a Friday afternoon like pulling on my lycra hot shorts and hitting the gym! I regret to say that life has kind of got in the way of my workout routine lately. I can’t say exactly why. I’m starting work really, really, early in the mornings these days, and where I used to go in the morning before work I now need to find time in the evenings. Due to my extra early starts at work, often I need a nap in the evening, and sometimes, I don’t get back into “I wanna work out” mode.

I have been reading a book lately, it’s called the Book of Awesome. You might have heard of it. In a strange way, the universe spoke to me loud and clear, and I ended up with the book, in my hot little hand.

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If you want to keep a bod like this, get off your arse and into the gym! 

 

Here’s how that happened: I went to a charity pancake breakfast, where I was flipping sausages. I got talking to a guy there and he was telling me about the book. He bought a copy for his sister. I got chatting to this other lady there, and we started talking books, and she mentioned The Book of Awesome. At this stage I chuckled at the coincidence. About 24 hours later, I dropped in on a friend. Just as I arrived, I looked down to see The Book of Awesome right fucking there, staring back at me!

When I mentioned all of this to my friend (I was a bit excited and mildly freaked out), it was offered to me, and I gladly took it with me to read it. Turns out that she had picked it up at some book exchange or something. Now that’s Awesome! 

Anyway, the book is a great read. The guy tells a great bunch of little stories: simple things in life that we can celebrate, but he tells it in such a simple and comical way.  I am literally chuckling to myself as I turn each page! True story. Not many books have ever done this for me.

It’s just simple shit like, when you go to the laundry and you have to collect your socks, and you collect one, two, three pairs of socks that match perfectly, straight out of the wash. That never happens. Awesome! Etc, I’m sure you get the idea.

Ok, enough bullshitting, here is my work out for today:

Dumbbell bench press. Warm up with 80 lb dumbbells x 10 reps for one set, then 100 lb dumbbells x 5 reps for 5 sets. We’re not here to fuck around, ok! 

Shoulder lat raises.

Arnold press (alternating dumbbell shoulder press).

Cable cross over chest flyes.

Ab crunch machine.

What did you work out today?

 

Morning Wood 4. Working the cucumber…

**** Adult content. Explicit material. ****

Hi Bloggers.

So since I am in a different um, relationship status these days (not really single, not really polyamorous, not really married, not really anything…), I have had the opportunity to find myself again.

So a little bit of history/male sexuality if you like. I’m early forties. That’s a golden age for a man, in my opinion. Let me explain why: it’s because I have better control. I can keep it up for an extended period during sexual intercourse. Actually, as much as I don’t like to admit it, sometimes I can even lose the wood during sex. Normally I just need to chill for a bit, and I can get back to it to finish the job. Normally that ends in a sweaty hot mess for me, and the lady is generally well taken care of. In fact, some mornings, I don’t come at all, and can provide extended pleasure without that reflex reaction that causes a man to come.

But its kind of weird. It’s inconsistent. How is it that I can fuck for 45 mins to an hour straight in an early morning romp, penetrating a woman in various ways, without coming, yet I can sometimes stroke myself off and get it done within a few minutes?

If I look back to when I was a lad, I would masturbate daily. Sometimes could be more than once a day. This was consistently the pattern through my teens, and into my twenties. Being married meant that I could indulge in sex on a more regular basis, but I would always supplement with masturbation perhaps a few times a week. I felt that it was different – like a nice alternative to sex. A more personal experience, with myself, if you will.

As for sex when I was younger, it was hard not to come. Many times there was a disappointed wife when I got done in maybe a few minutes. Not always the case, but often enough. For the ladies reading this, the reflex is like sneezing. You can try not to sneeze, but at some point it becomes involuntary. If you are going to come, you are going to come. As a young man, there is no chasing it, trying to focus, forcing it or wishing you could. Its going to happen. As you get older, the reflex sensation becomes less intense, perhaps more controllable, and sometimes even elusive.

So when you are having a lot of sex, its no surprise that you get drained. You don’t have the juice to masturbate much, because you’re getting tapped. It’s a good place to be of course. But that’s not where I am today, and I’m ok with it.

So for the last couple of days, I feel like I’ve had the mojo returning to me. It happens when you are relaxed/content/confident and all of that. Some mornings are just harder, fuller. I woke with a really full cock. I rolled around in bed for a bit. I sleep alone downstairs. I pressed my hard cock into the mattress and could feel a kind of pushing back on my cock from the bed. It felt really good.

I rolled onto my back and placed my thumb and fingers onto the head of my penis. Due to the hardness it felt full and large. I could feel the ridge of the glans standing proudly over the shaft. I took a moment to feel that sensation. The feel of my glans against my fingers and thumb, and the stimulation of my hand on my cock. I worked it up and down gently, gripping the skin on the shaft and sliding that over the head and back down. Its an amazing organ, the cock. A kind of self lubricating system that has skin that can roll over the head. Some drops of pre-come had leaked from the eye.

Pretty soon I was working it a little faster. My mind visiting my favoured erotic thoughts. I have lots of go-to fantasies, but I’m not ready to share the details of those. Soon I could feel a kind of wonderful pressure building. I let out a light moan and using a cloth that I held above my cock I let out an almighty gush of semen in a rhythmic pulse, and again and again. When you come a lot, the pleasure is more intense. It was wonderful, satisfying and relieving all at once.

 

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Source: WikiHow. Disclaimer, this is not my cucumber, or my hand, it is merely a reference to get your dirty minds to imagine my cucumber, in my hand… 

 

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Cream. For representational effect only. I think you get it. 😉 

 

 

Dancing in the Dark…

Hi Bloggers, I went to the dragon boat races today in Saskatoon. I was in a team from my work and we competed against a bunch of other teams in three different heats. It was fun and a nice warm day and a good way to mix with work colleagues and others.

As I was leaving, an iconic song came over the loudspeakers. It was Bruce Springsteen’s Dancing in the Dark. It’s got such an infectious groove. I was a kid of about 10 when it came out in 1984. I remember it well. I remember hearing it on the TV or the radio. That, along with Born in the USA, and some other stuff that was getting around at that time.

Hearing it reminded me of what are really well crafted pop/rock song that it is. I watched the video too (link below). The first thing you notice is how fresh faced our Bruce looks. He was 34 years old when he recorded this. On the video you could be forgiven for thinking he was maybe 25.

He’s got that swagger, that cheeky arrogance. A handsome face and suggestive smile and a pair of snug jeans. Women no doubt were just taken by the whole thing, and why not? But that’s not all, he was kind of approachable. He had the whole blue collar down-and-out working dog kind of image that people across the US and the world could relate to, because, well, maybe he’s just like most of us….

Reading up on the net, I learned that the film clip was recorded over two nights at St Paul, Minnesota. The girl that he pulls up on stage, that’s Courtney Cox, as in Courtney Cox who later went on to star in the 90’s sitcom Friends. I had no idea!

I like how the song has a kind of double entandra with the one side of the coin being about a guy who’s kinda lonely, and just wants to have some company, while the other side of the coin hints at a lusty young man with a gun for hire…. And the dancing in the dark, is that like, actually dancing, or is this some loaded suggestion about what happens when the lights go off after bedtime????

The synth riff, and the dreamy sax solo at the end really top it off!

Anyway, enough of my bullshit, let’s allow Bruce to lay it down

Video sourced from YouTube.

A blog about the T-bird.

Hi Bloggers,

The T-bird, as I like to call her, is my wife, or ex-wife, or live in mother to my kids, or house-mate, or friend. The fact is, I don’t really know what we are any more. I know we are done being a married couple, and I’m ok with that.

I met her back in 1993. We were at a rodeo in North West Queensland, Australia. I travelled there with some friends, she travelled there with her friends, then, boom, we met. Since then, aside from the past 5 years or so, we’ve been contentedly joined at the hip.

When we met she was pretty, sweet, and sexy. Her blue eyes, pretty face, and lightly tanned complexion were the things that had many guys checking her out. She had a heart of gold, one friend of hers told me, and she was right. She had a wonderful personality. A kind of innocence, we both did, I guess, I was 19 at the time when we met.

For many years, we lived a very happy life together. Finishing apprenticeships, moving to the coast of North Queensland for a life of barrier reef island work and beaches and tropical rain and our horses. We’ve moved a bunch. To go to university, and to support my career moves and need to support a young family.

We travelled a lot, went camping, overseas trip, bought houses, made friends, lived in different towns and cities. It was a good life, all around. Kids came along, and we settled in to the things that young parents do. Cleaning up puke and shitty nappies, and sleepless nights, and also all the wonderful things that come with having kids.

At some point, I realised that things had changed. We were living on the other side of the world. The light that shone within her as a younger woman had faded. I can’t really put my finger on it. I was working long hours on the mine site. She appeared somewhat withdrawn and often cranky. I drifted off, in my own way. The contrast was that I felt like I was coming into my own – physically, career, emotionally, I had become a man in my prime, and I felt like she was in a different head space.

I realised – all the fun in our life seemed to be gone.

I checked out of the marriage. I acted like a rebellious teen. I did things married guys aren’t supposed to do. I was kind of off the rails, in terms of our marriage.

So some time has gone by. My outlook on being married has never really been the same. I still love my wife/ex-wife/housemate/friend, I still care about her. I want her to be happy. I really do. I want her to be safe, and to take care of herself and our kids. She’s been a wonderful companion and partner for many years. I am grateful for her support and friendship. I hope we can continue to be civil and respectful to each other, even though the circumstances are a bit strained.

 

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The T bird. A great friend, mother, and marriage partner. Best wishes, hon. 

 

 

Thankful, and exercising Grace … Never had so much fun!

Grace, I copied the Google definition below.

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Here’s the google definition:

grace
ɡrās/
noun

1.
simple elegance or refinement of movement.
“she moved through the water with effortless grace”
synonyms:
elegance, poise, gracefulness, finesse; More
suppleness, agility, nimbleness, light-footedness

Ok, what’s the point? Well, um, I had to exercise some grace today. I had my work performance review. I got some feedback. Some balanced feedback to be fair. Some good, and some very challenging to accept. But it was not new, my boss is decent and he believes in no surprises when it comes to performance reviews, so I was prepared.

The reflection I had been doing on my own interactions in the world and at work, and my meditations, and recent developments all put me a good place to accept what was discussed, and I hope I did this with grace. When you get some critical feedback, going to defensive mode or lashing out isn’t really the preferred option…..

So I also had a chat with J. She has been many things to me in the past three years (mother, lover, friend, partner in crime). I love her. Things have to change, its all tied together in a work/life/family/situation matrix. I don’t think I can be what she wants me to be at this time and it would be unfair to allow her to believe that my head and heart are in the same place that they once were.

When we are faced with a need for change, and our hearts and minds are not ready to let go, the situation can become tense and even hostile. During our chat tonight, I probably got a little defensive and frustrated. I was busy protecting my ego. She may have expressed some anger and frustration too.

But what we resolved is that we want to remain friends, who support each other. We still have a value to bring to each other, and I think that’s the essence of a good relationship. The distance, the baggage, the complications, the schedules, the emotional upsets, its all too much for the current environment (or headspace?) I’m in, or creating, to be the right fit for us both now, but fuck! we had some fun! Like, really!

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For my friend J, with loving-kindness. 

 

Here’s where I give her credit. She handled it with grace. She referenced god as a being for her, that is both challenging her and supporting her – she is leaning on her spirituality and I think that is a beautiful thing. She’s a kind heart, a wonderful soul, a dedicated mother, and I love her for all that she is.

But my life is changing, and I don’t want to disappoint her, or anyone else really, so I need to give myself and her, some time and space.

J, if you are reading this, you’re a game changer, hon. Thank you, for everything….