Lawrence Moore and Richard Hubbard, a biracial couple, reflect on 56 years together after meeting as military Russian linguists in Japan in the 1970s. An unexpected twist of fate brought them together just as Richard was about to begin a heterosexual life.
They share how friendship, mutual respect, and accepting each other’s differences helped them build a lasting love.
Two Alabama boys from my generation found each other in college back in the early 70's and have managed to survive and thrive together for the last 53 years, ending up as wealthy property developers in Northwest Florida. A lovely story.
Well, isn't this nice. These handsome fellas have got their pretty little home all decked out bright and gay, and they'd like you come for a sleep-over. I just can't tell you when I last had an offer like that.
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I just came across two young fellas who have shared the story of their life and love in many YouTube videos. They don't look gay, they don't sound gay, but they sure as hell are gay. And so much in love. Beautiful.
The vids I've posted below are the most poignant to your Head Trucker, who used to be a great romantic - before life knocked the stuffings out of me. I always wanted the things you see in these videos - the rapturous love, the proposal, the wedding, the home, the happily ever after. Someone to build a life with, a shared life worth living, not an empty string of one-night stands.
But wantin' ain't gettin'. Sometimes, though, you get what you need. Keep trying. I had two husbands - as I like to say - before I met M.P. Despite rosy beginnings both times, they didn't work out: one left and one died. There are no guarantees in this mortal life, none. You pays your money and you takes your chances. (But it's better to try and fail, than never to have tried at all. At least you lived and loved.)
There's not many pics of us together. Here we are at Xmas 2010. I'm not really that much taller than M.P. - I'd just come in from outside and was still wearing boots, while he was wearing house shoes.
But then 18 years ago today, M.P. and I met for the first time, and we hit it off right from the start. We don't do all that sloppy stuff like you see in these vids. Been there, done that. Finances are tight, so we don't travel, don't go to bars or movies. don't even eat out. But we think alike, laugh a lot, take care of each other in sickness and in health, and we're content with what we have, despite the ups and downs of old age. A quiet life in a happy little home is enough for us two old boys; it's all we need and all we want.
As someone who well recalls a time when gay marriage was an impossible dream, it's quite touching to watch these young'uns start their life together, as I would have liked to do - a couple of regular guys in cowboy boots and hats getting hitched before a crowd of family and friends, heading off hand in hand in the prime of youth, in the pink dawn of love. As all young lovers should, straight or gay. Sweet. Very sweet.
A Ring for My Boyfriend (2016) (9:31)
The Proposal, Part 1 (2016) (10:25)
The Proposal, Part 2 (2016) (8:50)
The Wedding (7/11/17) (4;57)
Bonus: Zach has a deep, sexy voice, but I can't quite place his accent - it's Southern, but not quite Texan. It reminds me of Mark Collie's accent -- my first husband and I saw him in concert more than 30 years ago. Here's a song of his we used to dance to on cowboy night at the gay bar:
Note to readers: I admire the energy and know-how these fellas have; but the work is proceeding very slowly, and in future I may not post all their vids. The last one above was interesting with the fountain, furnace, and apples. The one prior to that was dreadfully dull: scraping and painting all those window frames.
Problem is, they still haven't made the caretaker cottage livable, and winter will soon set in. The amount of work needed on the big house is mind-boggling, and so is the expense. No doubt somewhere in one or both families is an indulgent Big Mama or Big Daddy with very deep pockets. It must be nice not to worry about how to pay the rent or keep food on the table while picking out designer decor and furniture.
Frankly, I think with this beat-up chateau way to hell out in bumfuck, they have bitten off much more than they can chew or ever make a profit on, but what do I know? I wish them good luck with this monster reno. It will certainly be a great learning experience.
The Chattanooga family heads to the mountains of North Carolina with the kids, who are on fall break this week. (Say what? A whole week off from school?? In the middle of October??? I can't keep up.)
I'm posting this for the scenery and the sociological interest: two gay dads with kids, and everyone seems to be happy, wholesome, and well-adjusted. Lovely. I'm glad for them - but a little cutesiness goes a long way. Your mileage may vary, of course.
The mountain boys are back from Wyoming and itching to get the back porch all fixed up for fall with new furniture, a chandelier, and a truckload of pumpkins. Their aesthetic is very different from mine; but it's pleasant to see two husbands enjoying their life together. And obviously not at all worried about the price of groceries. I'm sure they spend more on decor every month than we do on food. Lucky ducks.
Ya know, when I came out in the closing days of disco, there were lots of sexy guys in the clubs, but no long-term couples to be seen, no role models for a stable, grown-up life. But nowadays, YouTube keeps showing me more and more of them. What a difference half a century makes.
Here's a couple from Chattanooga that I just came across. They have three kids, a house in town, a farm in the country, and a beach house on the Gulf. I don't know where they hide their ginormous Money Bin, but they seem to have a wonderful family life. Good for them.
The mountain boys finally get out of the garden shed and into the wide-open spaces of the West. (But where's Wally?)
Geography note: The Grand Tetons were so named by the first explorers, Frenchmen, because they reminded them of their girlfriends. I'm not making this up.
Tom and Damien carry on with renovation work, decor planning, and friendly visits.
Episode 10: Chopping down overgrown ivy; a visit by a couple of Brits who are renovating another chateau; and a secret transatlantic flight.
Episode 11: Fun with spray paint; a difference of opinion; late riser vs. early riser; a quick lunch in the town market; and Damien's design plans for all the first-floor (American: second-floor) bedrooms.
The mountain boys put windows in the potting shed.
M.P. says it would be easier to just remove the siding and put translucent fiberglass panels all around the outside. When I said, why don't we do that with our own storage shed, he just growled and looked away.
Todd goes topless in this day-in-the-life record of the diggings and dawdlings at their mountain cabin on a hot summer weekend. Don't miss the fascinating close-up at the 13:20 mark.
Tom and Damien are a charming Canadian couple who bought a derelict chateau in France, where they have a monumental repair and renovation job ahead of them:
In their second video, they give a mini-tour of the chateau:
(Mais je ne comprends pas pourquoi les gars ne parlent pas le francais dans leur videos. Pour le convenence de leurs telespectateurs anglophones, je me suppose.)
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.