GCB0121 – Vacation Talk

Hello everyone!!!

I’m finally posting a new show. It’s another show recorded on the way to work. I talk about the cruise we just took. It’s shorter than many I have done but I think that’s what they are going to from now on.

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Current Topics and My Thoughts

It’s a beautful day in the North Atlanta area today. I’m sitting at a local sandwich restaurant, eating lunch and trying to come up with something to blog about. Writing isn’t always so easy for me as I tend to need motivation and something pressing in my head. That’s not the case today. There are a few things running around in my head so I will let them out through my fingers.

Gay Marriage

Recently, the country was give a decision from te US Supreme Court, stating that no state could blog two people of the same sex from having a legal marriage. That is a monumental declaration of…well, independence! We are finally free to have a meaningful, legal marriage with all the benefits that go along with that right. If either me or my partner become sick and have to go into the hospital, neither the hospital or the state can block my partner from being there with me nor can the family of my partner come in and try to take over proceedings if that sickness becomes something more serious. We’ve been wanting this for so long and now the day is here. The sky has not darkened. Firey rocks have not fallen from the heavens. The waters have not turned bloody red. Roy Moore’s head has figuratively exploded….sadly it was only figuratively. But, wishing no ill on someone, I hope he eventually realizes where he’s being a total douche and that he’s simply going to have to resort to the way of the dinosaurs. So let it be written….so let it be done.

The Confederate (Rebel) Flag

Oh, dear God, people. It’s a freaking piece of material. It means NOTHING anymore except to remind people of things we shouldn’t have done and others of things that shouldn’t have been done to them. Granted, during my teenage years when my brain was more in my ass than in my head, I had the flag hanging on my bedroom wall in more styles than you can imagine. I had the full sized version, the bandanas of various designs, and yes, I had the flag crafted into the stone on my class ring.

Sure, half of my brain saw it as a symbol of a region that decided enough was enough and decided to succeed a nation. Whatever the reasons, they decided that the leadership of the new country had gone to crap and they wanted to have their own government and laws. That, people, is what makes countries what they are. Isn’t that basically what we did from England except that we had no ocean to cross? Isn’t that how we have Serbia and Bosnia & Herzegovina?

Yet, I realized another meaning of this flag whether others wanted to admit it. It’s not, in every crowd, called the Confederate flag. It is referred to as the Rebel flag. Webster defines rebel as “a person who rises in opposition or armed resistance against an established government or ruler.” The Urban Dictionary has an even better definition as it says a rebel is “a person who stands up for their own personal opinions despite what anyone else says.” Don’t you know a rebel? Could it possibly be yourself?

As a teenager, one rebels against so much in life including parents, siblings, social construction, religion, and life in general. Everything is unfair. “Screw this crap! I’m doing what I want!” That’s what many fly this flag to represent. They aren’t flying it to show some kind of racial hatred or inner belief that we should still be in pre-Civil War times. They are making a statement that they…mentally seen…aren’t bound by any rules and they live life to their own drummer, ready to take responsibility for whatever they do. If only that last part were true all the time.

What is my stance on the flag? Well, technically, it is not the true Confederate flag. It was designed much differently. Is the flag displayed on anything I have on my body or walls in our house? That would be a no. I will not degrade my body with tattoo’s of a flag designed by a group of people that could yell louder than others during the war. I have contacted the company which made my class ring and they said I could send the ring to them at any time to have the stone replaced…and I have seriously thought about it eventhough I do not wear it. It still as my name engraved on the side with a club I worked hard to be a part of and is a much higher standing symbol than that flag could ever be.

Do I have multiple books in my collection about the Civil War and do I love watching and reading things regarding the topic. Yes, I do. It’s a part of our history and you can see it in many ways across the southeastern US. It’s in our land and it’s in our lives. Yes, we lost, but even some of the worst defeats in history can never be forgotten.

I was born and raised in the South and for my entire life, I will always be a true Southerner. I say that for I believe in many southern things like I believe women should be held at high esteem because without at least one of them, neither of us would be here. Women are our true care givers and take care of many each and every day….some are an exception as they couldn’t care about anyone other than themselves. I believe that a true southern gentleman is courteous, well spoken, educated on events and cultures, and deeply cares about human beings. I said a TRUE southern gentleman! Not all southern men are southern gentlemen and those couldn’t tell one with their eyes wide open and one standing in front of them.

So in conclusion to that topic….I do not believe that the Rebel flag should be flown at ANY governmental buildings because when it does, it is not representative of everyone that government presides over. Never will it. It belongs where all other historical items belong…in a museum. Sure, hang it in a house if that person feels so inclined. That’s their own property. A state house, however, is the property of the state and that is the property of all citizens in that state who pay taxes and vote. Never should something be forced on a citizen of this country…material wise…that has such a dark meaning. Some will try to place the first topic I talked about into that statement and it doesn’t have a thing to do with it. Marriage is only a religious institution when the two people make it as such. In reality, marriage is a document signed by a representative of the county/state/country government saying that two people have now become one union. That is legal and should not be confused with anything else. The flag is a symbol…varied in meanings that should never be forced onto another being.

That’s enough on that topic and that’s where I stand. That’s my opinion and mine alone. If yours differs, then that is with you.

And look-a-there…my lunch time is over. It’s back to the office to finish my day. Love to all and love everyone.

Getting Out and About in Atlanta

So it may seem a little weird that you are hearing so much from me lately. It’s true, I’ve kinda been missing in action. Don’t fret, however, as I have been having fun and soaking up getting to meet new people and have new experiences. One of those new experiences deals with getting into the Atlanta leather scene. I have been very interested in the leather scene for some time and I have dabbled in it. True, my dabbling in the scene has been small pieces here and there as in a vest and a harness or two. I may have shared a picture before of some of those pieces, but I am hoping that I will be able to get my hands on many more in the near future. I am very interested in the black/blue leather suits. I don’t think leather is where this will end. I am also into rubber and neoprene as well. They are all so hot!

Thanks to the people over at David Atlanta, I can share a few pictures that were recently published within its pages. David is a great publication here in the Atlanta area where you get to read great articles, see pictures from events around the city, find gay owned or accepting businesses, and see a map of where people can go to hang out with the community. This is a great thing for newbies and visitors to our Southern city. They can find where they would like to go for what they are into. And most importantly…not to get lost! It’s a bitch out there! LOL You can find the publication online at davidatlanta.com.

There will be more experiences to come!

A Walk Along the Suwanee Creek Greenway

Recently, we took a much needed nature walk along the peaceful Suwanee Creek Trail. The trail runs parallel to Hwy 23 in Gwinnett County, GA and is a busy trail to both pedestrians and bike riders. The length is four miles and it is asphalt, concrete, and boardwalk. The trail goes through a flood area of the Suwanee Creek and all through the year, you can see wildlife on your journey. Deer and geese are abundant at different times of the year. While we were walking the trail, we saw two small fawns walking in the trees and we knew that Mama wasn’t far away. On the north end of the trail, for the time being, you have George Pierce Park and on the southern end, you have Suwanee Creek Park. They are both great places for relaxation and for sports. GPP is where you will find the playing fields for soccer, lacross, football, baseball, and softball. SCP is not so heavy on the sports fields, but you will find lots of gathering areas and an 18 hole disk golf court. We have the disks…we just haven’t found the time to play it.

There will be more outdoor travels and experiences to come.



A Walk in the Park

A short while back, we went for a calming walk in Piedmont Park in Atlanta. I love walking around in the park. You see a wide variety of people while there, but the main thing is getting to witness the beauty of nature. The trees are big and bright green and the grass is like carpeting over the earth. I will have to take more pics at a later time, but here are the few I managed to get while there.

GCB0120 – A Yawning Babble

It’s a yawn fest. I was so tired but I wanted to get a show recorded. I have two others recorded on a voice recorder that I have to find a way to get them off or delete them. I really would like to get them made into a show but I don’t know how that’s going to happen. Oh well.

GCB0119 – Coming Out Again…Just Tied This Time

Hello again after such a long period of not doing any shows. I was driving to work while recording the show. You can tell that I was talking maybe slower than I normally do. I was not only trying to drive safely, but I was also trying to form my sentences correctly and in a way they would make sense.

I talk about some things in this episode that I really had to think about. I like podcasts that make me think and this one definitely made me think. I’m sure there will be things that people don’t want to hear and I hope I hear something from people about this episode. At times, my eyes did water up, but it wasn’t from sadness….it was total happiness and a good feeling. I also talk about this great new picture of me!

Kinky Country Wes

Kinky Country Wes

Please, if you would, let me know what you think of this episode. You can send emails to thegaycountryboy@gmail.com or you can leave me a voice message at 678-765-9776.

Finding A Love For Pink

Recently, I have found that I love the color pink. Yes, I said it. I love the color pink.

Growing up, I loved the florescent colors of blue, green, and pink…otherwise known as hot pink. Fuchsia was alwas a wonderful color to me. I have a dress shirt that is fuchsia and I have socks to match. I wore it a few weeks ago and I fell in love with it. I felt, for the lack of a better term, cute. I was totally matching. Later in the week, I wore an Aero shirt that is pink and white horizontal stripes. I even have a few pairs of pink underwear.

While at Target the other day, I was looking around and found myself in the men’s clothing department. I definitely went there to look at the socks and underwear. I was rewarded by a pair of grey and hot pink trunks. I don’t normally wear trunks, but for $5.99, I didn’t say no. I walked around a little more and this great pink and white plaid shirt said…”Hey, you know you want to take me home. C’mon and get me!”….the way that shirts talk to people. You’ve been there before. You know what I mean.

Anyway, it was bought and I brought it into a loving home. I wore it and WOW, it actually looks good on me and works with my pasty white….”I haven’t seen the sun in months!”….skin.

First LiveJournal Posting – July 2, 2004

I started looking through my LiveJournal account tonight and I found the post I made on the very first day I learned it existed and signed up. That was July 2, 2004. That’s 11 years ago, people! The days before Facebook and in the days when people, especially those on LiveJournal, loved to write. It was so wonderful to be on a site with people who loved to express themselves as much as I did. So….here was the post (and mind frame) on that day.


Another week has come to an end and Friday evening is a time when I give my body hell at the gym. For some reason, I am used to doing that since I seem to think I will not make it to the gym over the weekend. Saturday is a great day to go to the LA Fitness on Sugarloaf. There aren’t that many people there. You don’t feel crazy being there. People aren’t looking at you like you are some misfit trying to become one of them.

My self-esteem is really low, if you can believe that. My husbear, Travis, doesn’t understand how it can be so low. He says that I need a therapist….I say I need more self-acknowledgment. I stand in front of the mirror, and instead of pointing out the good parts (which are already pointing themselves out), I point out the overhanging love handles and then the abundance of freckles from childhood sunburns. Then I look at my uneven tan lines and the appearance of white underwear on my arse when I am actually naked. Weird seems to be the word rolling over and over in my mind as I run my hand across my stomach and over my crotch.

I remember not to long ago when I was running a race with digichaser. He is that friend that everyone has that eats like a freakin garbage disposal but doesn’t get any of the fat out of it. I love ya, Bitch. Anyway, I had lost from close to 180 lbs. down to 135 lbs. This was done after I got a job with the company from hell, Eckerd. I was the only management there for a little over a month, other than service assistants. But they had other jobs and I was there for extended amounts of time. The only thing I had to eat was, weirdly, a bottle of Eckerd water. Like ten or more a day. I would get one early in the morning (sports size) and continually fill it up throughout the day.

Friends and others were getting worried and wanted to know if I was “sick”. I would look at them and then would just cringe and how my cheeks had started to sink in. “Of course not”, I would yell. Then you would see them let out this long sigh of relief at my lack of AIDS. Seriously, I looked great to myself. But I worried others, so I started eating again. Well, one trip to San Fran and my stomach just jumped back out there, never to allow me to see that wonderful, sexy V in my midsection. That’s life though. (And my wonderful bear men, don’t think I am whining about not being thin….you all are the ones that get me going. Don’t do anything to change yourself unless you pick up some weights. Then I will stand there with you in my jock for inspiration!)

So I am on my way to the gym. Going to do many crunches and lift some weights. By the time I leave the gym, I expect to be pumped and ready to go. The only thing to bring this evening to a close is my wonderful time in the sauna, watching those amazing men wipe the sweat off their bodies and adjusting their love swords underneath their towels.

Thank God I wore my white, 2xst contour pouch briefs today. They bring everything to the front and pick it up! Watch out men, I’m poking through!!!!!