Oh the peer pressures of boyhood. That constant worry whether the other boys will ask you something, which shows you know absolutely nothing about cars… about sports. That you know absolutely nothing about what it is like, to actually….&hell

Oh the peer pressures of boyhood. That constant worry whether the other boys will ask you something, which shows you know absolutely nothing about cars… about sports. That you know absolutely nothing about what it is like, to actually….&hell

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The Evenings Spent Made Up By Mother, In Her Most Glamorous Lingerie, It Does Something To A Boy. Finding Himself In Utter Delirium, Thinking Thoughts He Never Imagined He Would Entertain. Thoughts Not Of Girls, But Of Things Forbidden, Of Unparalleled

Father Would Frequently Bemoan “Political Correctness Gone Mad”, And How Decadent Society Was Progressively Making Boys Soft And Effeminate. The Hatred He Would Express When Such Effeminate Boys Appeared On Tv, Deeply Affected Me, Creating A Fear

The Sensations Of My Thighs Being Acutely Restricted In A Racy Mini Skirt, While Only Being Able To Take Short Steps Being Propped Up In High Heels. And Then There Was The Pretty, Heavily Made Up Face, Looking Back At Me In Every Reflective Surface. All

Throughout My Childhood Years, All Of Us Boys Had Heard Of The “Fairy” That Lived On The Other Side Of Town. The Boy That Looked And Acted Just Like A Girl. How Occasionally We Would Hear Of Boys Who Had Passed Through His Street, Only To Later Find

On The Year Anniversary Of Us Boys Seeing One Another, Mother Took A Snap Of Us Before Taking Us To A Restaurant Followed By The Cinema. Sitting Besides Us And Driving Us Home, She Thought It Was Simply Adorable How We Held One Another Tightly Throughou

If Felt As If Nothing Could Ever Go Right For Greg. After Years Of Seeing All The Other Boys Around Him Grow Tall And Strong With The Onset Of Puberty, He Longed For The Time When He Would Also Begin Puberty. When He, So Small, Delicate And Scrawny, Would

I, A Boy, Would Only Be Aware Of How Abnormal It Was, Growing Up In A Small Town, Where The Only Other Children On My Street, My Social Peers, Were A Group Of Slightly Older Girls, When Years Later, My Family Would Move Away.i Simply Didn’t Know Any

It Doesn’t Take A Stretch Of The Imagination To Imagine That In The Not Too Distant Future, A Boy Being The Protagonist Of Features Like This. Of Boys Dreaming Of Being Ballet Stars, Of Being Princesses. Of Boys Falling For Their Prince Charming.not

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When That New Boy Started At Your School, And Mutually You Could Tell That You Weren’t Like The Other Boys. The Subtleties Of Demeanor And Slight Mannerisms That You Could Only Pick Up Upon, If You Were The Same. If You Were Also A Soft, Sensitive,

That Expression. That Incomparable Ecstasy Of When Boys Are Inside You.

Throughout My Boyhood, I Always Worried That My Friends At School Would Find About The Part Time Modelling, That My Mother Pushed Me To Do On The Weekends. It Wouldn’t Be So Bad In Itself, Were It Not For The Fact That Because Of My Small, Androgynous

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