Wearing Shorts in Winter

[SexyGaySenior]

Okay, I know the temperature has been bouncing around the "Zero" Celsius mark (thirty-two Fahrenheit), plus-or-minus maybe four degrees. It did get up to twelve or thirteen, at least for one day, a couple of weeks ago. And it has approached "double digits" a couple of times, including two days ago (Friday, December twenty-seventh). And I know my "policy" is that there has to be five straight days where the daytime high temperature must not rise above five-degrees before I take off the shorts for the winter.

Anyway, this weekend, I had two "polar-opposite" experiences with wearing shorts at this time of year. On Friday, as I mentioned, the temperature got up to plus-thirteen-C, but dropped to plus-two-C overnight. I woke up around three-o'clock Saturday morning, as I usually do, and decided get up and to go out to get a coffee, rather than make it at home. I do usually go out for my morning coffee on Saturday and Sunday, and I patronize two different coffee chains, one of which, the one I go to on Saturday, is open twenty-four-hours. So, on Saturday, I went to my usual local twenty-four-hour coffee shop just a few blocks away. Now, you are probably saying, "At three-A.M.?" Well, I've been getting up at three-o'clock for work for the better part of forty-three years since I graduated college back in nineteen-seventy-six. And despite the fact I have reduced my work time to three days a week as I ease into retirement mode, I still wake up at three-o'clock, regardless of which day it is. My body is just geared to that early hour!

Despite the temperature, I wore my somewhat usual "formal winter outfit", my white 'chino' shorts, and a black, long-sleeved turtleneck with a tee shirt over top of it. This morning, I wore my black 'CANADA' tee shirt. The tee shirt has the maple leaf printed in the colours of the Gay pride rainbow, , and the word "CANADA" is printed with each letter being coloured one of the colours from the rainbow flag. I wore a purple sweat shirt over that. I wear my white running shoes with ankle socks that really are just foot pads. They're really short and while the fit is good, they leave my ankles exposed. They are exactly what I like to wear! I was only going a few blocks, and I was driving, so I'd only be outside maybe twenty-seconds (if that) to the car, about thirty-seconds (again, if that) from the car to the coffee shop, and another thirty-seconds back to the car, and another twenty-seconds from the car back into the house. Was I cold? A little! But, I have to say, the damp, cold air, and it was quite damp, felt very sexy on my freshly shaved legs. I had shaved them Christmas Eve morning, and again on Thursday (Boxing Day) evening, as Thursday is the 'normal' start of me weekend (I only work Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday now), and my legs still felt like I had just shaved them. No big deal about wearing shorts, at least, that's what I thought.

Well, in two-thousand-and-nineteen, there is no such thing as being your own person capable of thinking and doing for yourself. At least, that was the impression we got from this one nut-job. He was, as I would describe him, the quintessential jerk, in his forties or early fifties, mouthy and rude. More specifically, a typical right-wing conservative, and most likely a Christian too. And, as often is the case, he drove a pick-up truck, a Dodge Ram, to be exact. His comments "what are you? Stupid? It's f**king freezing out here! What a f**king moron!" Then he made a rude gesture, got into his gas-guzzler of a truck, and drove away. I got the idea that he's a bully at work, but at home, he's a 'Yes, Dear' type, the guy who drives aggressively, mouths off to people, but when his wife is around, he suddenly becomes a ten-year-old child holding to mommy, only speaks when spoken to. I also have the philosophy that guys like him drive those behemoth trucks because they lack sexual prowess, and it stokes their fragile male ego. Inside, the woman who's normally there said she knows the guy, and said he's a total jerk, and, in her observation, he seems proud to be one. By the way, this woman works nights on weekends, and has been for at least six years, and she's served me so many times, she usually has my coffee made before I get inside. Oh, and she knows I'm Gay. Also, she's surprized when I don't come in wearing shorts!

I've been used to dealing with idiots like that ignorant doofus in the Dodge Ram for years, and have gotten to the point where I just have to laugh it all off. Add to that, I was reading something about an idiot in British Columbia who got caught driving his Dodge Ram at over one-hundred-and-sixty-kilometres-an-hour because the idiot filmed his escapade on his dashcam. One of the comments on the article was, why is it that a lot of Ram truck drivers drive like douchbags? And it's true! It's bad enough most pickup drivers drive in an extremely aggressive manner. "I have a bigger vehicle, and I'm god! Therefore, I own the road!" But Dodge Ram drivers are the most aggressive, and the most dangerous. Why is that? Does Chrysler advertise them like that, and it goes to their heads? It appears so!

There was another encounter at this same coffee shop with a woman who works there in the daytime that was disturbing, all over one of my travel mugs! Now, I do not usually go to that coffee shop in the daytime, for the reason I'm about to discuss. I have four travel mugs that openly say I'm Gay. One has a rainbow flag on it, another with the rainbow flag with the words "GAY PRIDE" superimposed over the flag, the third one has a heart in the rainbow colours with the "double-Mars" symbol superimposed over the heart, and the fourth one has the same "CANADA' design on it as my tee shirts. I have used them almost exclusively since I got them, both at this coffee shop and "elsewhere" (You can guess where, but I will enlighten you later anyway!) The night lady has never said anything derogatory about them. After all, as I said, she knows I'm Gay. It was a woman who works there in the daytime who was another story. The first time I used one in the daytime, I used the "CANADA" one. Somehow, she recognized what it meant. She did serve me, but, I was told in no uncertain terms never to bring that "disgusting mug" in ever again, or I will not be served. and she said she would speak to her manager to have me banned from the store, because "someone like me" makes the "regular clientele" (typical middle-class, right-wing Christian conservatives) feel uncomfortable. Really? So why doesn't that night lady feel that way. (I have to note something here. There usually is this one young lady there at night whom I describe as "Gothy", due to her looks. Once I revealed my sexuality a couple of years ago, she revealed hers! yes! She's a lesbian! and she also has a travel mug that tells you that!) Anyway, I decided to force the issue, and I used that same "CANADA" mug again with her. She refused to serve me and ordered me out of the store. That was when I complained to the manager. Guess what? She got into serious trouble! I actually said for the manager not to fire her, just because, well, I'm kind to bigots. I'm not really, but I wanted to prove a point to this bigoted woman. She did apologize and kept her job. Want to know something? Nobody else gave a care about my travel mug.

One other thing about this coffee chain, last June, to celebrate "Gay Pride Month" in Canada, though Pride celebrations go on all summer throughout the country, much to the dismay of various Christian-based hate groups like "CitizenGo", they changed their logo for the month. It was their corporate symbol in the colours of the Gay pride rainbow! Ha! Ha! Lady bigot! And I know she worked there during June. It must have burned her big time!


Well, that was this passed Saturday morning, December twenty-eighth.

Sunday morning was different, a complete opposite experience. And it proved something I've long thought.

I have to admit, I slept in Sunday, if you call four-thirty sleeping in. I inadvertently stayed up pretty late Saturday night, well, late for me. I've been reading a lot lately, mostly books by Sam Harris, Richard Dawkins, and the like, plus books about Queer Theology, and I just started reading "Jesus Acted Up: A Gay And Lesbian Manifesto" by Robert Goss. There's a lot in that book dealing with Christian religion based Homophobia and Gay-based hate crimes. It's a book well worth reading, for anyone like me who identifies as GLBTQ, and for straight people who support us. Some Christians need to read it too! Maybe it'll wake them up to finally acknowledge their religious based hatred toward us, and encourage them to change their hateful ways. I was reading, and next thing I knew, it was eleven-o'clock. As I said, late for me!

It was about four-thirty when I woke up. I checked my phone and saw that the temperature was two whole degree cooler than Saturday, zero-C. I laid back down for a few minutes, and finally got out of bed at a little after five-o'clock. Rather than going over to the coffee shop I went to Saturday morning, I decided to go to one of my favorite Starbucks. There's two I usually go to on Sunday morning. One is close by and opens at six-A.M. while the other is located downtown, and on Sundays, it doesn't open until six-thirty. I will go to one this week, then the other one next week. They're actually both very similar, though the one downtown is three times the size of the one close by. There is something else too, which is why I love going to either one, and I will elaborate on that in an minute, though you can probably guess why I love going to either one.

I got dressed and went out the door just before six-thirty. This would give the staff time to get organized for the morning. Anyway, since I was driving, and since I would only be outside for as long as it took to walk from the front door to the car, about thirty-seconds, and from the car to walk into the Starbucks, about a minute, plus another minute to walk back to the car, I once again wore my "formal winter outfit". I wore another black, long-sleeved turtleneck tee shirt (a different one that yesterday, as I have seven of them) under another black "CANADA" short-sleeved tee shirt, topped off with a black sweatshirt. Oh, I also had on another pair of white 'chino' shorts (I own four pair of them that are white) and my running shoes. It only took fifteen minutes to drive to the Starbucks I had decided to go to, which was the one downtown.

Now, there is a reason... Wait, "a" reason, that this one, and the one close by, are my two favorite Starbucks? There are several reasons, but, this one gets the knod as my favorite. One is that the place is, as I said, the largest Starbucks in the area. And the way it's laid out, it's very intimate and, dare I label it, romantic. Two, while Starbucks in general is always welcoming to people like me who are GLBTQ, this one is especially welcoming. You see it right as you approach the door. There is a 4-inch-by-six-inch rainbow flag on the door. In a way, it reminds me of the Starbucks in Toronto on Church Street, but, while that one is very similar, this one is all on one level. I still love making the occasional trip to Toronto to visit that one. By the way, where that one is located, is right in the heart of Toronto's Gay Village, aka "Home".

This is where I go off about the staff.

Whenever I go to any Starbucks, something strikes me about the Baristas. While there are some attractive ladies working there, it seems that any young male working at a Starbucks has three qualities. One, they are all very professional, very friendly, very courteous, and very respectful. Two, why are they all so damned attractive? And I mean, they all are pure "Eye-candy"! I've become acquainted with several of the young male Baristas at both of these Starbucks, and every one of them is outright, drop-dead beautiful! Third, and most important, and I have been told this is just a coincidence, but it's a beautiful coincidence, every one of them is *G*A*Y*! And none of them hide it! They are all very out in the open about their sexuality. They wear tee shirts that will have a Gay-themed image on them, like "GAY PRIDE", "QUEER PRIDE", or like one I saw this passed weekend, "I'M GAY AND PROUD OF IT!" They have name tags that are in colours of the Gay pride rainbow flag. And as I said, every one of them is beautiful! Just beautiful!

At this downtown one, usually on Sunday, there are two beauties I've been seeing there on Sunday morning since July. One works the counter while the other works the only Starbucks drive-thru in the area. Both are local and attend university here. I have gotten to know the one young man quite well, and I've talked about him before. He's the one who wears his Starbucks baseball cap backwards, a "style" that I don't like, but on him, it truly adds to his sensuousness. Too, after the third time I laid eyes on him, I finally noticed that his legs, aside from being quite shapely, are also very smooth! He loves to show them off, justifiably, because he wears shorts, usually black 'chino' ones, ALL THE TIME, even in winter! Couple all that with his usual black tee shirt or black turtleneck that really highlights his fair skin, his "sensuous factor" is in orbit!

Oh, if I was forty-years younger!

Now, when I got there, there already was two other cars parked in two of the ten "Reserved for Starbucks Customers" parking spots. Crazy enough, both cars were Ford Focuses, both about the same 'generation' as mine. I have a two-thousand and seventeen Focus, and this 'generation' ran from two-thousand-and-fifteen to two-thousand-and-eighteen, when Ford made the misguided decision to stop producing the Focus, and cars in general, focusing (sorry for the pun) on truck and SUV production. As I parked and got out of my car, another car, a Kia Forte sedan, pulled in right behind me. I had got out of my car, they parked and got out of theirs and were right behind me. As I approached the door, I stopped and let the two young men go ahead of me. When I looked at them I recognized them right away! They were the two hot, sexy young men who were embracing and kissing each other as they waited for their order on this one Sunday back at the end of July. Well, they too were in shorts, one in a pair of light beige chinos, while the other wore a pair of wine-coloured chinos. Both had black turtlenecks on, and both wore, get this, fuchsia-coloured sweat shirts, which is, to all intents and purposes, hot-pink! Both had baseball caps on with rainbow flag crests on the front, but, they both wore them backwards. Now, remember what I said about that, and how the only person I ever saw who looked good wearing his baseball cap backward was the beautiful young Barista who worked there? Add two more young beauties who make the look work! Yes, they're both still hot, sexy, and sensuous! As I've stated before, guys who wear their baseball caps backwards look like idiots. Yet, with these three, wearing their baseball caps backwards made them look very sexy, very beautiful, and very sensuous. Must be a young, Gay guy thing! Too, they remembered who I was! After all, we had seen each other maybe a dozen times! Still, they were in shorts, which is my main point about all this. That, and I noticed tis before, and the fact they both have exceptionally smooth and shapely legs. Of course they wear shorts to show off their legs! At six-forty-five on a Sunday morning between Christmas and New Year's, when it's only zero-C. outside!

This morning, both those pieces of eye candy that are usually working there on Sunday were wearing the same outfit! It was like they got together and co-ordinated it. They wore black, long-sleeved turtleneck tee shirts with black short-sleeved tee shirts over top. Both wore tee shirts that openly proclaimed their sexuality. The young beauty who wears the baseball cap had one that said "GAY PRIDE", while the second one had on one that said "QUEER". Personally, since I finally embraced my sexuality when I was eighteen-years-old in nineteen-seventy-three, I actually don't mind being called Queer. The word fell out of favour in the seventies and eighties, but it gained acceptability back in the nineties and early two-thousands. But the tee shirts weren't what made them stand out this morning. Both beauties were wearing shorts! And not those ugly long ones either. All their shorts were above the knees, and were tight-fitting, showing off their extremely sexy behinds! The young beauty wearing the "GAY PRIDE" tee shirt had on black ones, while the young man in the "QUEER" tee shirt had on the same white chino shorts that I was wearing. Too, and I have noticed this about them since I've been frequenting this particular Starbucks since the summer, and first met them, both these young beauties have amazingly beautiful, shapely, and very smooth legs! Why not? It just adds to, and accents, their natural young, Gay male beauty. there is only one way to sum them up: they are the quintessential young, Gay males. And yes, you can add those two young beauties who came in wih me to that list!


Something else too! There were two guys at the counter already being served ahead of us. Guess what? I happened to notice something right away. First, I am not a good judge of a person's age, but, I would put them in either their late-thirties or early-forties. Two, it seems the "Turtleneck-sweatshirt-shorts" look is more popular in winter than I imagined. Then again, as I watched the two older guys get their order and go to sit down, I began thinking the "look" was the "standard" Gay guy look. Yes, they were both Gay! The hint? As they got their order, they waked to a booth HOLDING HANDS. I let the two young beauties get their order first, as it's usual for their night to be ending just as my day is just beginning. I've always figured once they get their order, they leave to go back to where they live, where they "enjoy" each other. Hot! Hot! Hot! Something else I learned this morning. Those two are friends with the Barista who was working the counter! Wow! Are they the hottest threesome?

I was surprized by these two, and it wasn't thinking they were a threesome with that beautiful Barista, although, it's very hot to think about three exceptionally beautiful young Gay guys having a menage-et-trois. Sunday morning, they didn't leave! They actually sat down for a while. And, as I got my order, and was going to sit at a vacant table, they asked me to join them! Wow! They asked someone who's old enough to be their grandfather to join them! Before getting into specifics of our conversation, I noticed something else about another couple in the cafe. There were two other guys in there already, and they were sitting in another booth. They appeared to be in their late-twenties or early-thirties. and they were siting there. looking at each other in a way that you knew they were lovers, and were holding hands. Cool! That made seven customers, all guys, plus the two beautiful male Baristas, all openly Gay. And all nine of us were wearing shorts! ALL NINE! IN DECEMBER! BETWEEN CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR'S! Not that the last point has anything to do with anything.

It made me forget about my experience with the idiot Ram driver the morning before.

What a difference a day makes!

And for that matter, even a few hours, as in the late morning, at around ten-thirty, it started to rain, and in the afternoon, the rain turned to ice. Overall, Sunday was a miserable day!

Oh, one other thing, and this is why those two young beauties asked me to join them. Because there hadn't been any real social contact between everyone, things never got noticed, until this Sunday morning. Remember my travel mugs? Sunday morning, I had one of my travel mugs with me. It was the one with the rainbow flag on it. (There is one downside to my travel mugs, they're "only" a "Grande" size, not the "Venti" size. Oh well, probably drink too much coffee anyway!) The two young beauties noticed it. That's why they asked me to join them. They were curious about my experiences with being Gay when I was their age. The conversation got very intimate. I told them how I had met my first boyfriend in College in September, nineteen-seventy-three, and in College, We found out through a challenge that it was no big deal if we held hands and kissed each other in the open, even back in the nineteen-seventies. That challenge came from three female members of a Human Sexuality class I took as an elective. Remember this, I took that class in the winter, nineteen-seventy-five semester (beginning of January until the end of April). The fight for Gay rights were just beginning. First, we were discussing ever so briefly about Homosexuality when one young lady said she didn't know anyone who was a Homosexual. I hesitated for a moment, then I came out to the class. Next thing I knew, my "lifestyle" became the topic of discussion. I pointed out major differences that they as heterosexuals could do that someone like me, being Homosexual couldn't. Holding my boyfriend's hand as we walked down the hallway was one activity I could not do. I was challenged to meet my boyfriend and walk down the hall holding his hand. In fact, they found out I was meeting him right after the class, as he was taking a class just down the hall. After class, my boyfriend was waiting for me. As my classmates watched, I met my boyfriend and gave him a hot, open-mouth kiss, AS THEY WATCHED! Guess what? The hallway was busy, and except for my classmates, nobody noticed. Then, as we were watched, we both walked to the cafeteria to get a coffee, and we held hands ALL THE WAY! Again, nobody noticed. After that, we didn't hesitate to hold hands and, occasionally, kiss each other right out in the open.

After college was another story. Throughout the rest of the seventies and well into the two-thousands, I had to hide my sexuality both from my family (my mother was a devout catholic, and was very Homophobic), and from my employer. In nineteen-eighty-nine, my mother found out about my sexuality. She never spoke to me again, and when she died in two-thousand-and two, she took her hatred for me to her grave. My dad reached out to me during all that time, and often dropped by to visit me at my house. After mother died, dad and I reconnected as father and son. My brother, who was mother's favorite, never accepted me as mother didn't accept me, and we haven't spoken since dad passed away in two-thousand-and-seven. Cousins. on the other hand, were another story! They stayed connected and often visited me. If there was a family function, if they knew mother wasn't coming, I was invited to join them. I am still in contact with them to this day!

Had my employer ever found out I was Gay, I would have been fired. And he would have come up with some other reason so it wasn't so obvious that he fired me for being Gay. Too, I worked with several Homophobic bigots, all of whom identified as "Christian". To this day, only one coleague knows my sexuality, and she found out about me by accident. About four months after she started working with me, I was coming out an office supply store with my boyfriend Jordan (we live separately, as he too works at a very Homophobic company), and we had just purchased two new laptops. Well, my colleague was walking up the parking lot with her husband, when I bumped ito her. It was awkward for sure! But, I introduced Jordan to her. She was shocked to say the least. But, more importantly, she was accepting. To her credit, she never told anyone else, and even more, we've become friends, even outside of work!

The two young beauties told me they've worked in environments that are very accepting of their sexuality, and said they have experienced very few issues with expressing their sexuality out in the open, mostly from people who identify as Christians. They attend several Pride events in Ontario every year, and they said they've been exposed to protests, they've never experienced any hostility at school or in their workplaces. They can express their feelings toward each other in the open, and they can dress as they please. That would have really angered that Dodge Ram driver I met the morning before! They did say they've had issues with a few young ladies, because they're both extremely attractive, and, well, and this is the issue, they're not into women! Anyway, as I sat and gazed at these to beautiful young guys and listed to what they said about being so open, and not hiding who they are and what they are, and thinking back to when I was their age and living in fear of family and an employer finding out about my sexuality, I was both envious and full of admiration.

Things sure are different in two-thousand-and-nineteen!

We talked for an hour about it all. and the more we talked, the more I admired not only both of them, but the two Baristas, and all the other Gay guys around who can openly express themselves without many issues.

That made me smile!

A Sexy Gay Senior (With smooth legs!)
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