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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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The 25th of November is a date that has, for years, wrenched my heart. For the last three years it has wrenched it less. For 36 before that it was substantially more difficult. You see the then boy, now man that I fell for when I was 13 was born on 25 November 1951 (though my mind tricks me into thinking it might have been 26th sometimes).
He wasn't as wonderful as I thought, nor as beautiful as I thought. He was just a boy. He is just a man.
I do think kindly of him. I doubt he does of me. But that does not matter. He has a life and I hope he is happy with it. Truly. May his family love him and may he be proud of them.
This year it is easier to make this wish than last year. And last year than the year before. During the period when I was obsessed I was inconsolable for no valid reason on his every birthday. Now I am simply wistful
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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