Wedding in Hawaii

I don’t know if it was the Trade Winds gently stirring the palm leaves or the Mai Tais or the wonderful man at my side, but it was certainly was one of the most perfect and romantic days of my life.

My partner (now I guess I can officially say husband) got to spend 5 days in Honolulu.  We did lots of touristy things like a trip to Pearl Harbor and a catamaran trip to snorkel with sea turtles and watch mother and baby whales playing in the ocean.  But the huge highlight of the trip was our wedding.  Technically a Civil Union under Hawaiian law but still significant to us. 

The day of the wedding we spent the morning on the cliffs below Diamond Head.  You can get naked up on the ledges if you are just a little discreet.  We met a couple of guys that turned out to be airline attendants.  It was really nice to lay out naked with a group of guys with the Pacific in the background and the son touching all over.

Then we went back to the hotel for lunch and to clean up and get dressed for the wedding.  The dressing took a little longer than anticipated – there were pictures taken in the shower.  But we made it to Magic Island on time.  I was in all white and he wore a black shirt and tan pants.  We looked fabulous!  It was just the two of us and the minister but with the harbor full of sail boats and Diamond Head in the back ground it was perfectly romantic.

The vows were simple but so moving.  I had never been happier or more in love in my life.  After the ceremony we just sat on a park bench and smiled and laughed and enjoyed each other and the beautiful world around us. 

We went back to the Hotel and had wonderful sex (we had to consummate the marriage!)   We cleaned up again and changed outfits and went to a huge luau.  The word had gotten around that we had gotten married that afternoon and we were congratulated over and over again by many in our group.

The evening ended with Mai Tais with friends and a walk along the beach.  Oh and of course more sex before we called it a night (or morning.)

When I came out , I never saw such things in my future when I came out.  I thought that a LBG (late-breaking-gay) I was going to be lucky to have a little fun.  I never imagined that I would fall in love and get married to a man that I know is my soul-mate.

If you haven’t come out yet – if you don’t ever come out – or if you have come out but haven’t found that soul mate – don’t give up – just be the best person you can be and you will make it.  It does get better when you come out and let you be you. 

Birthdays and Dick Dancers

I had the most amazing birthday party.  It was my 60^th!  I had told my husband that all I wanted for my birthday was a party with our friends: A Great Big Gay Birthday Party.  And OMG did he ever come through.  The house looked great and there was wonderful food and more than enough adult beverages.  My husband made it into a wonderful evening.

Included in the plan was a little entertainment: a Dick Dancer.  We made arrangements with one of our favorite Dick Dancers and asked one of our friends to pick him up on his way to the party.  Alas it was not to be.  The dancer bailed at the last minute.

Now my party wasn’t intended to be an orgy.  But I wanted it to be really gay.  Not gay in a “rainbow flag” sort of way, but rather gay in a “we all love hot sexy men” sort of way.  So I was disappointed when our entertainment canceled at the last minute.  I am not trying to be 18 again, I just love being in the company of men.

But here is where it gets really awesome.  One of my friends at the party heard about the loss of our entertainment and he volunteered to fill in.  Now this young man is very good looking.  He is in his 30’s with thick dark hair, a good build and a great dick.   He came out of the bedroom dressed in my bathrobe and my partner’s hat.  He swayed and strutted to the music and slowly shed the robe to reveal a black thong.  Several of my friends who didn’t know him just assumed he was the scheduled entertainment.

I am very fortunate to have a wonderful partner and wonderful friends.  As a “Late Breaking Gay” I was really afraid that I would never have these kinds of experiences and friends let alone an amazing partner.  It is never too late to be true to yourself.

Step Children (and Grand Children)

Step Children and Grand Children - Yes – it goes with the territory.

I went from being a father of 2 to having 5 kids between us – it’s the Brady Bunch with 2 dads.

Of course for us it is pretty easy – only one of our kids lives with us – he just finished college and moved back in. He is a really good "kid" and we get along very well.

But I have friends that have teenage kids at home. I have to admire them – they still have to parent and that is two dads plus the ex-wives doing the parenting - wow what a mess.

For me it is so much about me. Or at least about me and my husband. My friends have to be good dads all the time – For me I pretty much just have to be a good Dad on a long distance phone call on Sunday afternoons.

By the way - when you start out as a breeder the kids turn into adults and they become breeders - and "poof" you are a grandparent. It doesn't exactly fit in with my self image of a "hot middle age stud" but oh well - getoverit! It would seem to be harder on my husband, his kids haven't had any kids yet so he is only a step grandparent - but he melts around my grandkids - it is so cute.

Of course then there is the whole acceptance thing. What happened with us is that when we came out to the kids they said “duh”! OK so much for hiding anything. And then you introduce the BOY FRIEND – and lo and behold the kids accept him. Why – because they have never seen Dad happier.