Author’s Note: Before you begin reading today’s posting here, please allow me to share with you some background information on this entry. The predictions of the arrival of Hurricane Dorian along the eastern Atlantic coast of the USA were somewhat confusing and, as usual, very unpredictable. There is no guarantee of any path of a severe storm or a hurricane, despite the claims of the current USA president (he announced that the storm would wreak havoc on the state of Alabama).
First, a very gentle reminder of the meanings of a few of the terms used in the title. “Summer” refers to a season of the year and shouldn’t need any additional explanation. “Skinny-dipping” is nothing more than swimming without a swimsuit or completely bare. “Bromance” is used as a colloquial combination for “love” (bro = brother = male; romance = love). The purpose of this posting entry is to offer insight on same gender love between two men.
As both this month of August and this season of Summer approach their closing, I do need to share a different recipe for a tasty cocktail that is conveniently known as Sex On The Beach. To those of you who were under the impression that this was a very erotic post, I apologize. I didn’t select the cocktail’s name. I’m merely sharing the recipe here in this entry.
Many people of Greek birth or descent return to visit the homeland during the month of August. This tradition has been in existence since before my parents immigrated here in the late 1940’s. I’m not certain of the origins of this custom, I’m simply aware of it from the practice as well as my own personal experience. Also, what right do I have to question anyone’s desire for a good time and a decent party?
In response to my post this past Monday, Decisions, (click title to view), last night as Aaron and I were in a local restaurant celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary, the subject of the appropriate gravatar (logo or representation) for ReNude Pride became part of our conversation. Normally, my spouse is very tolerable of my ideals and opinions and supportive of any viewpoints that I may share here. However, in this instance, he clarified a point and asked that I share it here.
Four years ago today, August 15, Aaron and I became a household. We got married (“tied-the-knot,” “jumped the broom,” etc)! We became husband and husband in the eyes of the law, our families, God, our friends, our pet Siberian Husky, the Wizard of Oz, and other deities and demons too numerous to mention. We became the very first same-sex couple in both of our respective families. Most importantly, we’re still together – laughing, loving and, at times, struggling, But – we’re – still – together! And very happy!
August of every year has the distinction of being the very last full month of the summer season in the Northern Hemisphere. The transition from Summer into Autumn occurs during the month of September. This somewhat depressing and mundane notoriety for a month of an otherwise happy and joyous season is very deserving of a “special” day to guarantee its continued popularity with all the masses of those living north of the Equator.