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Post by Toasted Cheese on Jan 17, 2019 4:47:49 GMT
One night she called me. I can't recall if I was nearing the end of high school, or if I had left by then, but she said she was in bad girls borstal or something. She didn't go into why she was there. That was the last I heard of her. We used to have a lot of fun together and I couldn't wait to see her and would feel detached when we parted. I loved all my ladies for making me appreciative of their presence. sounds sweet. i now what to know what happened to her and if she got married or is STILL WAITING FOR YOU  I haven't given her a thought for ages, but she was a troubled girl. Very tomboyish and she had a good relationship with her mother, but didn't like her stepfather and I think that is where much of her issues stemmed from. I hope she managed to settle herself down and find somebody. She had love and giving in her, but needed something more to channel it into. She was always very well behaved when she was around at my place.
The teachers didn't mind me hanging out with her, because they thought I would be a good influence.
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Post by dirtypillows on Jan 17, 2019 6:11:58 GMT
I'm a homo and had 3 gf's when I was a kid. One up until I was 7 until we moved away and she was devastated and the other until I was around 11. I then had another gf around 12 and she was the baddest girl in school who had to be taught in her own class and would beat me up sometimes. She asked me if I would marry her, because her mother said I could.   Oh, Toasted Cheese! No! I don't know whether to laugh or cry or throw my hands in the air. "and would beat me up sometimes..." Nah, that's actually very funny. And her mother said it was okay if she married you. Huh-wow. I can't imagine what the mother was like. Did you say yes or no to the proposal? And did she beat you up after you gave her your final answer? Was her name Lola?
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Post by dirtypillows on Jan 17, 2019 6:16:08 GMT
My first date consisted of getting a blow job from an older man, probably in his 40s. I was 17 years old.
My second date was two years later and I got another another blow job from a dude closer to my age.
I don't know when I started going out on dates that did not begin and end with getting a blow job. Probably early 20s....
So, you see, it's all relative.
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Post by PresidentofChad on Jan 17, 2019 7:19:12 GMT
I often invited attractive young girls to my Presidential Palace in CHAD when they turn 18. Sometimes I wait till they are 20 or so if they need to mature more.
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Post by Toasted Cheese on Jan 17, 2019 8:21:24 GMT
My first date consisted of getting a blow job from an older man, probably in his 40s. I was 17 years old. My second date was two years later and I got another another blow job from a dude closer to my age. I don't know when I started going out on dates that did not begin and end with getting a blow job. Probably early 20s.... So, you see, it's all relative. Sounds like they used you Mr. D and then blew you off.
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Post by Toasted Cheese on Jan 17, 2019 8:23:23 GMT
I'm a homo and had 3 gf's when I was a kid. One up until I was 7 until we moved away and she was devastated and the other until I was around 11. I then had another gf around 12 and she was the baddest girl in school who had to be taught in her own class and would beat me up sometimes. She asked me if I would marry her, because her mother said I could. Oh, Toasted Cheese! No! I don't know whether to laugh or cry or throw my hands in the air. "and would beat me up sometimes..." Nah, that's actually very funny. And her mother said it was okay if she married you. Huh-wow. I can't imagine what the mother was like. Did you say yes or no to the proposal? And did she beat you up after you gave her your final answer? Was her name Lola? It wasn't something that really required a response, just a chuckle and an endorsement and connection of our friendship. She dumped this other guy just for me. He ended up gay as well. Oh, the irony! She sure knew how to pick em'.
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Post by dirtypillows on Jan 17, 2019 22:08:58 GMT
My first date consisted of getting a blow job from an older man, probably in his 40s. I was 17 years old. My second date was two years later and I got another another blow job from a dude closer to my age. I don't know when I started going out on dates that did not begin and end with getting a blow job. Probably early 20s.... So, you see, it's all relative. Sounds like they used you Mr. D and then blew you off. Oh, yes! Those were the days, my friend! (I thought they'd never end.  ) I have been neurotic about many things that life has confronted me with. However, being gay was never one of them. Never once did I want to not be gay. I have no idea how that one missed me. I kissed my first boy when I was in second grade. He simply stood there and looked at me. There was no hostility whatsoever. Wow. What a sweet memory.
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Post by Toasted Cheese on Jan 17, 2019 22:57:25 GMT
Sounds like they used you Mr. D and then blew you off. Oh, yes! Those were the days, my friend! (I thought they'd never end. ) I have been neurotic about many things that life has confronted me with. However, being gay was never one of them. Never once did I want to not be gay. I have no idea how that one missed me. I kissed my first boy when I was in second grade. He simply stood there and looked at me. There was no hostility whatsoever. Wow. What a sweet memory. From what you recall Mr. D, do you remember growing up around ignorant and prejudicial comments and attitudes from family members, friends, neighbors, school kids....etc?
I DID grow up neurotic regarding my homoness and not playing the 'victim' here by saying this, I did grow up around many bigoted and abusive attitudes. At the time I felt 'victimized', but as a child, couldn't put this into proper perspective. I also grew up not too confident either. That was a parental conditioning too. At any rate, I have survived them and still am.... 
Not that I minded how my gayness made me feel inside, which I was aware of as a wee lad and as it was a part of me that was normal, but from a psychological perspective as how many others saw homosexuality and not normal, it did disturb and rattle me.
How sweet! You kissed your first boy in second grade. Was he a school chum, or just a kid you thought was cute? I had school friend in early primary, and we would walk around holding hands occasionally. He was a nice friend to have, but he also had a lot more confidence about himself, was more socially pro-active and I grew up more troubled.
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Post by dirtypillows on Jan 17, 2019 23:53:00 GMT
Oh, yes! Those were the days, my friend! (I thought they'd never end. ) I have been neurotic about many things that life has confronted me with. However, being gay was never one of them. Never once did I want to not be gay. I have no idea how that one missed me. I kissed my first boy when I was in second grade. He simply stood there and looked at me. There was no hostility whatsoever. Wow. What a sweet memory. From what you recall Mr. D, do you remember growing up around ignorant and prejudicial comments and attitudes from family members, friends, neighbors, school kids....etc?
I DID grow up neurotic regarding my homoness and not playing the 'victim' here by saying this, I did grow up around many bigoted and abusive attitudes. At the time I felt 'victimized', but as a child, couldn't put this into proper perspective. I also grew up not too confident either. That was a parental conditioning too. At any rate, I have survived them and still am....
Not that I minded how my gayness made me feel inside, which I was aware of as a wee lad and as it was a part of me that was normal, but from a psychological perspective as how many others saw homosexuality and not normal, it did disturb and rattle me.
How sweet! You kissed your first boy in second grade. Was he a school chum, or just a kid you thought was cute? I had school friend in early primary, and we would walk around holding hands occasionally. He was a nice friend to have, but he also had a lot more confidence about himself, was more socially pro-active and I grew up more troubled.
Both my parents, especially my dad, I am 99% sure knew they had a gay son on their hands and I believe they thought they could successfully "scare" me out of it with their - I have to say it - sometimes hateful comments about gay people. I suppose, in part, they thought they were saving their child from having a hard like as somebody who would be marginalized, but that did not work. I did have the classic set-up of strong, overbearing mother and emotionally absent father. I'm not sure if that was the case with you and your folks or not, Toasted Cheese. From as early back as I can remember, I have always viewed men as the more vulnerable gender - by a wide, wide margin. And this vulnerability makes men exquisite to me. In ways that women could never do for me (except for Carrie White ), men break my heart. And growing up, what DID bother me (very much) was this idea that women have it so much harder than men. I've always felt that women have it so much easier than men. And, good for me, I never succumbed to popular opinion. Everything about men I have always loved, their sweetness, their openness, the way they smell, their vulnerability, just everything. (The movie "The Deer Hunter" might be my go to example for making a case.) I have spent some time socializing with heterosexual couples, and the kind of psychic energy that some women exude is quite intense and, frankly, terrifying. The trump card that some women have is their humor. I do love a woman who can make me laugh, and that is why actresses like Sylvia Miles, Pat Ast, Nancy Parsons, Susan Tyrrell, Bette Davis, Cookie Mueller, Cassandra Peterson, Wendy O Williams, etc. are so awesome. Okay, WOW was not an actress, but she was still AWESOME!!! Wendy was the BEST!!! I got made fun of somewhat, mostly 5th-8th grade, and almost all of my tormentors were girls. Go figure. John U., awww... He was my classmate and he was the shyest child in the room and I was the second shyest, and he was very endearing to me. I remember it well. It was right before lunch time when the kids went to the bathroom and wash their hands, and John and I were the last two boys in the bathroom and we were standing there and I just reached over and kissed him on the cheek. I had a huge crush on him. I will never forget it.
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Post by Toasted Cheese on Jan 18, 2019 1:07:34 GMT
From what you recall Mr. D, do you remember growing up around ignorant and prejudicial comments and attitudes from family members, friends, neighbors, school kids....etc?
I DID grow up neurotic regarding my homoness and not playing the 'victim' here by saying this, I did grow up around many bigoted and abusive attitudes. At the time I felt 'victimized', but as a child, couldn't put this into proper perspective. I also grew up not too confident either. That was a parental conditioning too. At any rate, I have survived them and still am....
Not that I minded how my gayness made me feel inside, which I was aware of as a wee lad and as it was a part of me that was normal, but from a psychological perspective as how many others saw homosexuality and not normal, it did disturb and rattle me.
How sweet! You kissed your first boy in second grade. Was he a school chum, or just a kid you thought was cute? I had school friend in early primary, and we would walk around holding hands occasionally. He was a nice friend to have, but he also had a lot more confidence about himself, was more socially pro-active and I grew up more troubled.
I suppose, in part, they thought they were saving their child from having a hard like as somebody who would be marginalized, but that did not work. I did have the classic set-up of strong, overbearing mother and emotionally absent father. I'm not sure if that was the case with you and your folks or not, Toasted Cheese. From as early back as I can remember, I have always viewed men as the more vulnerable gender - by a wide, wide margin. And this vulnerability makes men exquisite to me. In ways that women could never do for me (except for Carrie White ), men break my heart. And growing up, what DID bother me (very much) was this idea that women have it so much harder than men. I've always felt that women have it so much easier than men. And, good for me, I never succumbed to popular opinion. Everything about men I have always loved, their sweetness, their openness, the way they smell, their vulnerability, just everything. (The movie "The Deer Hunter" might be my go to example for making a case.) I have spent some time socializing with heterosexual couples, and the kind of psychic energy that some women exude is quite intense and, frankly, terrifying. The trump card that some women have is their humor. I do love a woman who can make me laugh, and that is why actresses like Sylvia Miles, Pat Ast, Nancy Parsons, Susan Tyrrell, Bette Davis, Cookie Mueller, Cassandra Peterson, Wendy O Williams, etc. are so awesome. Okay, WOW was not an actress, but she was still AWESOME!!! Wendy was the BEST!!! I got made fun of somewhat, mostly 5th-8th grade, and almost all of my tormentors were girls. Go figure. John U., awww... He was my classmate and he was the shyest child in the room and I was the second shyest, and he was very endearing to me. I remember it well. It was right before lunch time when the kids went to the bathroom and wash their hands, and John and I were the last two boys in the bathroom and we were standing there and I just reached over and kissed him on the cheek. I had a huge crush on him. I will never forget it. Thank you for your candid and authentic exposé on your understanding of your gayness and what you see as differences between men and women Mr. Dirty. You, yourself are a sweet man and you in turn see the sweetness in the gender that you live, breathe and understand. That is why I can get perplexed by the contradictory take some women have on males—who can be A holes—but by that same token, women can feel they are exempt from their own A-holishness. Are they not partly responsible for turning their sons into A Holes???
And yes, while physically\biologicially, females may not quite have it as easy as males, they certainly get more excuses and compensations made for them in western society, for being perceived as the fairer gender. This is a realm females hold over males and IS NOT equality in comparison with males and men provide it for them. They are the 'spoiled' gender in the west and if this equality thing really means something honest and genuine to them, acknowledgement of this is key and they may end up with egg on their face, by having to lose some of their femme-privilege.
Many females also see the sweetness in men, that is why they seek them out, but it is also born out of a neediness for males in their lives too, something that cannot be denied, whether it is intimate or passive. Males could be considered the more active givers, as they are majorly the ones who build up societies from the ground roots up. I can't see this changing much, due to gender differences and where masculine\feminine interests lie.
For me, it appears something topsy turvy compared to your own parental units and their characters. My mother could be considered a sweet lady, but quite naive, simple-minded and emotionally manipulating. She also lacks confidence in herself and has low self-worth. This was projected onto both my older sister and me. She can also be ferocious and very toxic times, as many women are. It is not pleasant.
My father has SMS, (short man syndrome), is a boozer in which he is in denial of, can be mean-spirited, controlling, bullying, abusive, resentful and gets into dark moods, no doubt exacerbated by the grog. He is also a good man who means well, but the rigidity in him and his need to be mothered, undermines his own sense of empowerment. His temperament is unpredictable, even now. I guess, your own personality and intelligence helped with whatever confidence levels you had. In spite of the hateful comments, did you feel abused emotionally by them and did you suffer any physical abuse at their hands?
Your little boy crush when you were but a wee lad Mr. D, and you kissed him without his consent, means that you are nothing but a self-absorbed, entitled harasser and think you can just do whatever you want where others emotional well-being is at stake. You could have very well disturbed John U and caused him a lot of psychological damage and grief for life. I wouldn't be surprised if you are the one that triggered off the "Me Too" movement and it remained dormant since the mid 70's and has erupted like a Mt. Vesuvius into the new millennial. Enough is enough and you just didn't know when to stop.....  I wonder what John U is up to now and if he remembers you. Did you part ways at some stage early?
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Post by moviemouth on Jan 18, 2019 1:21:12 GMT
What age is it okay to start dating? Back when I was a kid, kids began dating around 10 years old ( but, most of them did it without their parents knowing about it). Thank you. You are the first person to point this out. Most kids do a lot of stuff without their parents knowing about it and the only way to really stop it is to be an over-protective parent.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 3:03:59 GMT
I think 15-16 is alright. My first boyfriend was at 16 and we were together for 2 years. However, I've told my niece that she can't date til she's about 30.
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Post by clusium on Jan 18, 2019 4:35:50 GMT
Back when I was a kid, kids began dating around 10 years old ( but, most of them did it without their parents knowing about it). Thank you. You are the first person to point this out. Most kids do a lot of stuff without their parents knowing about it and the only way to really stop it is to be an over-protective parent. 
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Post by shadyvsesham on Jan 23, 2019 17:01:26 GMT
I think 15-16 is alright. My first boyfriend was at 16 and we were together for 2 years. However, I've told my niece that she can't date til she's about 30.  |
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I wonder what John U is up to now and if he remembers you. Did you part ways at some stage early?
