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Lots of Love, Sara

Brucesters!

A few years back I featured a singer-songwriter, pianist, and guitarist from Toronto right here on my blog. Her name is Sara Wilkinson, and what a pleasure it was to feature her. I just think she is incredibly brilliant. You can imagine how excited I was when I received this in my email.


Dear Bruce in the City
Hmmm… where to begin? So much has happened since we last spoke! I finished recording and released my album “Willingly,” in January 2018. After a three year process it felt so good to finally be able to share it with the world. “Willingly” is currently available for purchase on my website: sarawilkinsonmusic.com as well as on Spotify & iTunes. “Willingly” comments on letting go and what it is like for us as humans to put everything we have on the line, while not knowing what we might get in return. It is very dear to my heart. 


After releasing “Willingly,” I flew to France where I auditioned for “The Voice France.” I was able to make it to the second round, but unfortunately not onto the show. I then returned home where I completed my second year of tree planting in BC with my love, Kyle Mooney. 
After the completion of the planting season, we hit the road and headed east for my first fall tour across Ontario & Quebec. The tour was a success! Our last stop was in my very own hometown of Acton where I performed at The Erin Roots Festival. What a perfect way to finish the tour. 
After the tour, we moved back to Toronto to attack music in a way I never had before. I reconnected with my amazing band consisting of Alex Purcell of The Purcell Project on guitar, his wickedly talented brother Robert Purcell on the drums, and non other than Duncan Stan on the bass. They have been with me from the beginning and were with me throughout the entire process of “Willingly.” I feel fortunate to have such solid and talented musicians to work with. Together, we played venues such as The Hideout, Lee’s Palace, Hamilton Pride, Orangeville Blues & Jazz Festival & The MOD Club with RAW artists Canada.
While reconnecting with my band an unexpected and incredible opportunity landed in my lap. I was offered a position to teach music & music theatre to children in Amman, Jordan with Stardust Academy. After many a discussion with my partner, we decided to move our lives to The Middle East in pursuit of new experiences and more adventure. We have been here ever since. My contract would be finishing in the next couple of weeks, however, due to the ever growing Coronavirus situation, our school has been closed and our performances cancelled : (
As for now, all we can do is wait for new developments. As soon as The Jordanian Airport re-opens, we will return home to Toronto. I have been writing tons of new material, and am itching to get back into the studio to record my next album. This one will be a comment on everything I have learned and experienced since “Willingly.” I have fallen in love, I’ve turned 30, I’ve gained knowledge and been blessed with amazing experiences, not to mention moved to and lived in an entirely new country. I cannot wait to share this with the rest of the world. 
My most recent project is called “WILKINSON WEDNESDAYS.” The project began back in September when I first moved to Amman. The premise is that each Wednesday, I will post a video of either an original or cover, live or pre-recorded song and post it to my YouTube channel. I wanted something that would allow me to stay engaged with my fans even while living so far away from home. The project has been fun and a success. I’m actually releasing my 18th Episode Today!
Well, that pretty much sums it up, lol! Please send me your questions whenever you get a chance. I cannot wait for our interview together. 
Lots of Love,Sara

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It’s a Blogger! I mean a boy!!

Born today this 49 years ago! This beaded blogger has been writing this blog for 10 years this October. Wont you take a moment and send Bruce a Happy Birthday message?!? He’d love to hear from you! From The Crew here at Bruce in the City we want to wish the coolest and best kept secret blogger Bruce Christopher a very Happy Birthday.

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“Behind the Rainbow” by Bruce Christopher (a short story series)

Behind the Rainbow

by Bruce Christopher

It always begins so lovely, like any relationship. It was Summer 2019. A guy was looking for a place to retreat from the stress of a noisy break up. He found this curious spot in Tweed Ontario. Riverside! It looked perfect. All gay male clothing optional. He had never camped before but that didn’t stop him. He got a tent and supplies and the dude was off to collect his sanity away from a 13 year dysfunctional relationship. Just him my tent and his non perishables. 

When he arrived at Riverside it was so beautiful. A stunning pool just beyond the welcoming gate. Clothing optional admittedly he wanted to dive right in. The two guys in the office were nice enough. Both attractive in their individual ways. The fellow was honestly there to be on my own. Free from drama. Free from stress. Free from hostility and heartbreak. His site was perfect. It was very busy at first but as the camp sites filled up it was comforting knowing he wasn’t all alone. He stayed to myself. He had a lot going on in his life and was way too fragile to put himself out there. A couple across from this guy were very attractive, viking-esque. Oh the sites and sounds of this camping experience is going to be one for the books. As the evening came so did the invitation from the owners to attend their big bonfire at dusk. He really didn’t want to go but he didn’t want to look antisocial. Plus everyone seemed to be going so who knows? Maybe he’d meet some interesting guys. Boom the fire was lit.

Guys circled the crackling pit like witches at the solstice. Lots of beautiful fellows. He didnt stay long but long enough to acquire the nickname “Peterborough” given to him by this sweet and ever friendly guy. He went back to his campsite thinking he loved it here. The fellow sat quietly at his small fire. The fellows across from him had also return and were retiring in their trailor. It was so quiet. It was so dark. The sound of crickets and the moaning of two men in the throws of love making reached his ears. The shadows on their tent trailor casted a film like image of one on top of another.

He went to his tent to avoid the awkwardness should they come outside to their fire after they were spent. It took him no time at all to fall asleep. What a beautiful place. What could possibly go wrong? He was behind the rainbow and he wasn’t sure what he would find there.

The weekend disappeared as fast as a Grindr hookup, and he (Mark) knew he wanted to go back. The dark situation in his personal life weighed heavily on his chest. He wasted no time and booked another weekend at Riverside. Single after so many years, he was excited to have the guiltless freedom of meeting beautiful men. If only he wasn’t so scared and shy. Maybe this next visit he’d prove to be a little braver. He was greeted with open arms at the gates of the park. He really felt like he had come back home. It didn’t take Mark too long to get his tent up, his shorts off, and his swim trunks on. It was time to check out the clothing optional pool. And, of course, the beautiful men he saw. Many smiles and hellos seemed to happen naturally. They’re tanned bodies shining with sweat in the sun, Mark took the experience all in. He made sure his trunks were cute enough to hopefully get some attention.

Two sexy, naked, bearded fellows kissed as they waded in the pool. This is so great Mark thought, pushing his loneliness down as his mind fought, saying I’m so alone. That night he was ready for the big bonfire. He really wanted to be there. Meet some nice guys, enjoy the beautiful weather, and who knows, maybe the wind would blow in his direction. For eight years of the 13 in that broken relationship, Mark had no relations with his partner. No one real to hold and kiss and fondle. So dry and cold and demanding his world had become. Just before he headed down to the fire pit he stopped off at the washroom to freshen up a little. It was already dark and he didn’t want to be late for the lighting of the bonfire. He was taking a shower when someone came in from the darkness. He peeked around his shower curtain discreetly to see who was there. The stranger was very attractive. His type for sure and it was then he recalled a sign. “No sexual activity in the washrooms.” What’s with gays and bathrooms he thought. The sexy bearded fellow noticed Mark looking out and froze. The guy moved closer to the shower. So many thoughts were racing in Mark’s head. The stranger spoke. “You enjoying the park?” “Yes,” answered Mark. “How’s the water?” The bearded stranger asked. “Good. Hot.” The stranger began to open the curtain. With a smile that could stop the rain. Mark didn’t move a muscle. “You’re going to have to be fast,” the bearded stranger whispered. “Were not allowed to do this in here.” The bearded fellow removed his clothes.

Mark didn’t know what he was about to do but the stranger took the top of Mark’s head and pushed gently down. Putting Mark on his knees. What was happening? Who was this? The stranger pulled his shorts down. Mark was clearly getting the message. Was it the heat of the water or the temperature outside that had Mark ready to oblige? He looked up at the stranger. He spared no time introducing himself to Mark. One moment of bliss and the stranger left without a word. Not as much as a thank you. That’s OK, he thought. Someone had seen him and he felt less invisible then he had felt in many years. He dried off got dressed and went down the fire to cool off. The bearded stranger wasn’t there. It’s alright, he thought. There’s always tomorrow to meet that man he’d fantasize about later that night. There’s always tomorrow for fantasies to come true…..

Did I mention how beautiful he said the resort was? Who would have thought such a sweet spot was hidden along the river in Tweed? It was now his third weekend at the park and he was feeling like the Belle of the ball. Sadly, his experience with the shower guy didn’t go well at all. He was already in a relationship. With a firefighter. How was he suppose to compete with that. Mark was naive enough to spend $40 on some poppers the bearded guy told him to buy, in hopes this would solidify his status. It didn’t sadly. Got him jerked around like a dog for a few weekends. Were things beginning to spiral. This time Mark was ready to camp all on his own. After setting up he went to spend the day at the pool. Feeling calm and collected. Sipping his cocktail and reading the latest movie reviews. The pool area was always kept so lovely. Greetings from the owners always made him feel so welcome. Silly Mark, when will he learn you pay for a service? You should get service. Mark, being in that state of recovery, allowed his heart to control his head. It was then as he was drying off from the outdoor shower that he saw the most beautiful man. Even more alarming was the beautiful man saw Mark. He was the most stunning man on deck. Sultry blue eyes. A smile that could literally knock you down. And muscles! So many muscles. Mark thought “As if. There is no chance in Hell that guy saw me.  His thoughts would get him in the end. Mark stood with some guys he had met the weekend prior. A sarcastically hilarious couple. That almost professionally bent your ear. The beautiful man looked over at Mark and introduced himself. “I’m Brent.” He said quietly. Mark’s perfectly timed humor showed up right on time. “I’m in love.” He risked. “Its nice to meet you.” That evening would host the highlight of the month: a stellar drag contest. Mark was asked to be in it but it just wasn’t for him. He knew he wouldn’t miss it though. Every weekend the park put on a themed dance and event. It’s fabulous and well-received by the seasonals who help organize it. The music began and a circus of Drag Queens entertained all night. Mark’s favourite was one fellow who resembled Marylin Monroe.

He thought was the best. The beautiful man was there. Laughing and enjoying the spectacle. Catching eyes now again with Mark. Mark found his way over to the beautiful stranger. It didn’t take long for some very enlightening small talk to ensue. The pavilion lights lowered. The show was done. It was late and everyone was more than half lit. Mark was disappointed to learn Brent wasn’t single and was camping with his man. It didn’t stop Brent from inviting Mark to join them at their fire in a half hour or so. Once everyone stumbled safely back to their camping spots. The new beautiful friend and his partner’s fire was ablaze. They were on the strip that was clothing optional and the view was hype (hype?) as they stoked the fire and poured Mark another cocktail. Brent was so attentive. His partner was pleasant but not as expressive with his feelings, so Mark had a hard time knowing whether or not he was completely welcome. Was the nakedness a sign of familiar comfort or was this a more mischievous act on their part? Mark just didn’t know but removed his shorts at their fire eventually too.

They sat by the fire. Warmed by a heat that was palpable. It was a completely unique experience Mark found himself in. The beautiful man, his partner, and Mark sat naked around the fire’s light. Talking about anything that came to mind. The cocktails flowed. It’s amazing how the night flies out in the woods when your naked, Mark thought. It was about 3 am when the boys invited Mark in to have a couple more cocktails before they went to bed. There was an odd silence after much flirting and peeking. The beautiful new friend invited Mark to the bedroom. Without his partner. Mark decided to go. Was it the cocktail that made him brave? This guy was way too hot for someone like him, he puzzled.

Marked laid down onto the bed. Brent, his new beautiful and now surprising new acquaintance, made his way with a smile most enticing, moving himself up and hovering over Mark. Then there was that kiss. That kiss just like the Faith Hill song. The most incredible kiss he had experienced he thought in his whole life. Brent was strong and tender, loving and aggressive, and it blew Mark’s mind and overwhelmed is lonely heart. Certainly no man could kiss this way with out any feeling behind it. He couldn’t imagine it. It was too much and yet not enough. Brent removed his track pants which he had put on when they went into the trailor to relax. Now they were on the bedroom floor and Mark was literally beside himself as he took Brent into his mouth. Genteel, tender, something completely new to Mark’s world. All Mark could think was is this really happening and wow what an amazing piece of gender. An hour had past in a flash and in Brent’s eyes you could see his mind going back to the living room space. His mind was on his partner and the passion Mark and Brent were exchanging came to a scratching halt. Not without another one of those incredible kisses. Would Brent ever kiss him that way again? It was too late already. Mark was completely smitten….. To be continued.

Mark didn’t take off his swim suit like most of the other men. The guy he met his first night was at the pool. He sure was cute too. Completely different than Brent, but gorgeous in his own way. Days fly by quickly at Riverside and dusk was upon them. Mark decided to go back to his tent. Laying quietly he heard foot steps coming towards his tent. “You there Mark?” The guy said in a whisper. It was the stranger from the showers. “Yes.” Mark replied. The zipper of the tent began to open. The strangers breathing somewhat heavy as he stood outside the tent with his cock hanging out pointing towards Mark. “We can do this here.” The stranger said. Mark didn’t know his name but somehow the stranger knew his. News travels fast in this park so it seemed. There was a pause if noise and movement. Mark didn’t want to seem rude or dismissive but he thought he should at least get the guys name. “Hey what’s your name?” “Zepplin.” He answered. Although Mark felt like he was talking to a cock. “Would you like to come in?” Mark inquired. Zepplin bent down and crawled into the tent. “I like your bear sign out there.” Mark could still see Zepplin’s head poking out the top of his bathing trunks. “Thanks.” Then the not-so-stranger asked Mark an odd question. “Can you buy me some poppers?” Mark didn’t really know how to reply. “I guess…where?” A puzzled Mark asked. “When you go back home. I’m a Dominant guy. If you want to build trust you need to do what I ask but shut up about it. This park is full of gossip.” He pull out his cock again making it very clear what was expected of this new friendship. The night was about to get very hot. Though the temperature outside was dropping. Zepplin move himself closer to Mark’s mouth. “I guess there’s not going to be a need for an answer.” Mark puzzled. The crickets were shining outside. The sound of sensation was muffling out the crickets as Mark did his best to not let his new bud down.

The next morning Mark felt really alone. The guys across the way were out cooking some bacon and eggs. That undeniable scent wafting into his tent. He didn’t feel right about last night, but he also found the whole thing rather erotic. Inevitably it left him feeling alone and used. Maybe another day at the pool would help wash away the stink (regret?) of the night before. While he was at the pool he learned that Brent in fact would be coming next weekend and that helped to lift Mark’s spirits. Almost out of no where dark clouds rolled in and opened up directly above the park. “Fuck!” Mark cursed. He quickly pulled his shit together and ran down to his tent. Sitting inside he listened to the rain on its roof. His mind returning back to the reality of what he was going through with his breakup and the burden he still carried with him. He had to figure out how to close that chapter amicably (I’m not sure amicably is the right word here, knowing the abuse of the situation. Maybe urgently?). His ex had controlled every emotional and social aspect of their relationship. He even convinced Mark looking after his Aunt who was suffering from MS was Mark’s obligation, because they were a couple. Mark – despite the pulling to say no – agreed. The rest on that was history. Eight years of servitude to his Aunt. No physical attention from his ex, and debt out his asshole. Mark was broken. 13 years in a mess of a relationship and eight at the back end that made him feel more like an employee then a lover. The next morning he found himself alone in a beautiful park that in his mind had the promise of romance. He decided to make his way down to the morning coffee in the pavilion after the rain. Maybe daylight and coffee would bring some virtue.

The next morning Mark felt really alone. The guys across the way were out cooking some bacon and eggs. That undeniable scent wafting into his tent. He didn’t feel right about last night, but he also found the whole thing rather erotic. Inevitably it left him feeling alone and used. Maybe another day at the pool would help wash away the of regret the night before. While he was at the pool he learned that Brent in fact would be coming next weekend and that helped to lift Mark’s spirits. Almost out of no where dark clouds rolled in and opened up directly above the park. “Fuck!” Mark cursed. He quickly pulled his shit together and ran down to his tent. Sitting inside he listened to the rain on its roof. His mind returning back to the reality of what he was going through with his breakup and the burden he still carried with him. He had to figure out how to close that chapter urgently. His ex had controlled every emotional and social aspect of their relationship. He even convinced Mark looking after his Aunt who was suffering from MS was Mark’s obligation, because they were a couple. Mark – despite the pulling to say no – agreed. The rest on that was history. Eight years of servitude to his Aunt. No physical attention from his ex, and debt out his asshole. Mark was broken. 13 years in a mess of a relationship and eight at the back end that made him feel more like an employee then a lover. The next morning he found himself alone in a beautiful park that in his mind had the promise of romance. He decided to make his way down to the morning coffee in the pavilion after the rain. Maybe daylight and coffee would bring some virtue.

The next morning Mark felt really alone. The guys across the way were out cooking some bacon and eggs. That undeniable scent wafting into his tent. He didn’t feel right about last night, but he also found the whole thing rather erotic. Inevitably it left him feeling alone and used. Maybe another day at the pool would help wash away the stink (regret?) of the night before. While he was at the pool he learned that Brent in fact would be coming next weekend and that helped to lift Mark’s spirits. Almost out of no where dark clouds rolled in and opened up directly above the park. “Fuck!” Mark cursed. He quickly pulled his shit together and ran down to his tent. Sitting inside he listened to the rain on its roof. His mind returning back to the reality of what he was going through with his breakup and the burden he still carried with him. He had to figure out how to close that chapter amicably (I’m not sure amicably is the right word here, knowing the abuse of the situation. Maybe urgently?). His ex had controlled every emotional and social aspect of their relationship. He even convinced Mark looking after his Aunt who was suffering from MS was Mark’s obligation, because they were a couple. Mark – despite the pulling to say no – agreed. The rest on that was history. Eight years of servitude to his Aunt. No physical attention from his ex, and debt out his asshole. Mark was broken. 13 years in a mess of a relationship and eight at the back end that made him feel more like an employee then a lover. The next morning he found himself alone in a beautiful park that in his mind had the promise of romance. He decided to make his way down to the morning coffee in the pavilion after the rain. Maybe daylight and coffee would bring some virtue.

No matter how beautiful and confusing the men at the park were. Nothing compared to the anguish Mark felt when he went back to his rented room in town. The reality of his loneliness and anxiety tried to get the better of him. Like a night demon from an old Alfred Hitchcock thriller. Long nights of praying and crying that the nightmare of the ongoing saga of his break-up would soon disappear. It wasn’t going to though. That horrific ex of his was drawing this out like the extended version of Lord of the Rings. Mark lay in tears on his bed counting the minutes when he would be back in the park. Brent would be there the next time Mark went camping. He couldn’t wait. Brent was everything Mark always wanted in a man. Masculine, shaved head, tattoos, a beard and a big heart. His cock was nothing to dismiss either. He wasn’t there though. He was laying in his bed wrecking his brain around one to many personal problems.  He struggled with extreme depression and chronic anxiety and every night like clockwork the demons would return to keep him awake. Most nights he’d be up until 4 and 5 am. Tonight he had some new thoughts rolling around in his crowded head. Brent, he was amazing. He’d never seen such a beautiful man. He wasn’t perfect by any means but fuck he was lit. Mark began to unzip his pants. He told me he had fallen for him. I thought “So quickly?” But this is his story so I’ll tell it like Mark would want it. Mark pulled his dick out. His face flushed with thoughts of the first sex-capade he had with Brent. Zepplin was far from his thoughts now and he decided to text Brent. He had managed to get his number and he thought why not see if he’d be willing to share in some sexting. “Hey Brent its Mark.””Oh hey Mark. Hows it going?” Brent replied.”I’m good. Just laying in bed. Trying to get my mind off some stuff.””Oh ok. Like what?” Brent inquired.”Just some shit I’m going through.”Mark spent a good quarter of an hour texting the whole story about the evil ex and his struggle with mental health.”You will feel a lot better when all this is over. He sounds like an asshole.””That’s an insult to assholes.” Mark joked. As the conversation wound down on the ex factor, Mark and Brent found themselves talking about the park and the weekend to come. Speaking of which that’s just what they ended up doing. “Sexting is fun. Maybe we could do it again sometime?” Mark asked. “Sounds good. Now clean up and get to bed.” Brent ordered.” Sounds good Daddy. Chat tomorrow?”Brent agreed. “Huh Daddy. I like the sound of that.” Mark thought as he clicked off his bedroom light. “Goodnight Ernie.” Talking to his childhood stuffed educational figure and with that the light went out.
To be continued

Author Bruce Christopher

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Covid-19 update

Dear Brucesters 
The rapidly-spreading Corona Virus outbreak continues to upend life across the world as more countries tightened quarantine measures. Schools, offices, bars, restaurants, and many stores remain closed across major Canadian and European cities, and dozens of countries are shutting their borders or implementing mandatory self-isolation stints for travelers arriving from abroad. Like my country Canada.

As many parts of the world continue to ramp up their responses to the COVID-19 pandemic, Calgary-based airline WestJet says it will be suspending all commercial, international, and trans-border flights for a 30-day period, refocusing its efforts on repatriation flights for Canadians stuck abroad. After that, the airline will be operating rescue and repatriation flights in partnership with the Canadian government.

Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau announced a number of additional measures being taken at a federal level in Canada to prevent further spread of the Corona Virus within the country. The most extreme is that Canada is closing its borders to non-citizens and anyone not holding permanent residence status, with the exception of U.S. citizens, though this won’t apply to commercial freight and cargo transportation necessary for doing business.

In addition to this border closure, all travelers, including Canadian citizens, who are exhibiting symptoms will be denied access when boarding flights, Trudeau said during a press conference on Monday.

“Let me be clear, if you’re abroad, you should come home. If you’ve just arrived, you must self-isolate for 14 days,” he said to close the conference, and added that even Canadians at home without symptoms should attempt to isolate and stay away from others as much as possible.

Trudeau was asked repeatedly what reasoning the Canadian government had for excluding U.S. citizens from this broad ban, especially given the ramp in cases in the country. He failed to really provide a substantive answer to the question, repeating often that the country’s strategy was based on what’s best for ensuring the health of its citizens at any given point, and that the strategy was evolving with new measures possibly being introduced frequently.

He did say that part of the reasoning for keeping the borders open to Americans was the integrated nature of the countries’ two economies, and seemed to indicate that there was still a possibility of an extension of the ban to U.S. citizens in the future. “We’re not closing the door to any measure, everything is on the table,” he said. 

Looks like we are in the bell jar but as they say in AA this to shall pass! Be strong everyone and safe. Do what you must to help eliminate casualties. I love my readers as you know and in this time of uncertainty pull together and help one another. Especially those who are most at the greatest risk.

Not to be self-promoting but if you find yourself looking for something to do you can always catch up on my blog. I know…shameless.

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Crashing the party on the 4th of every month. Starting in April. Funny man Panda! His clips are wack! Hes hot! Hes a hoot! Did I mention he’s hot? Sorry boys this ones str8 but hilarious as f##k! I’m a huge fan of his Instagram clips and now he’s coming at you right here on Bruce in the City!!!

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