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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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Of course that means that someone has to sweep up the huge piles of rust from the floor.
We have several teenagers here of whom I am decidedly envious. All of them (forgive the third person) seem comfortable in their emerging sexuality and all seem at ease in their own skins.
I doubt our upbringings were that different, they and I. I know that more than one has had major problems with his father, I don't mean that; I mean the standards of morality, the expectations of family and society, the assumption of heterosexual-ness.
I am just rather happy, even if this is an island, an oasis, that in 2008 they can find what eluded me in 1968, and has eluded me most of my life. And I'm happy that they have groups of folk who, while feeling unable to post here, read here and email and chat to them.
I ws headed off on a ramble, so I'll just not 
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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