Our gay adventures.

Back from trip...happy to be back. Prairies are beautiful and serene but they are not the ocean and mountains. Travelling twelve-thirteen days in a car with a friend is a test of anyones friendship indeed...especially when you get older and set in your independant ways. We've bickered and realized that it was just hard to have your "freedom" curtailed by another always "there"..unless that "other" is a romantic partner but even then they each need their own space at times. I learnt my tolerance and intolerance. Thankyou for taking me along Barry. I love you as always..your friend, B.
ps. I think Barry and me will be the only ones to get the title of this post. :)

A witch and a gay guy walk into a bar.....

sometime in the near future I will be going on a two week road trip with my good friend of 33 years. We are heading into a very conservative small town in Saskatchewan....a witch and a gay guy. We have vowed to be on the lookout for pitchforks! This will be an interesting trip to be sure. I am using part of this trip (a big part) as a photographic and video taking journey. I can imagine I will have pic after pic of grain elevators and barns and plenty of big sky and canola but I do hope to capture small town Canada...the oddities and joys..life. I suspect we will exercise our laughing muscles almost too much ..our singing out loud in the car muscles and our getting on each others nerves muscles and loving every minute of it. We've known each other through our late teens,into the twenties and coming out, into my marriage and separation, his first boyfriend, into my father's passing and his mother and fathers passing and into his own quadruple bypass. He is my biggest fan, my comic doppleganger and my dearest friend and I am his I would suspect. I'm glad he is in my life. Here's to you Barry. cheers.