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I'm starting a new thread to carry on from Jordan's 'Rallying Call' and sparked off by one of Deeej's posts. There is also the risk that I am wearing my rose tinted specs.
I went to an all boys school with 25% boarders and 75% dayboys, of which I was one. It was at a time before gay had the meaning of homosexual, or at least gained currency, but I shall use it because it is a convenient term.
Homosexuality was extremely common in the school, more so among the boarders, but certainly not exclusively, and also among certain masters. I can remember one of my French masters telling a boy (who coincidentally was a great favourite with the sixth form) in class that he'd like to marry his sister and we all knew what that was code for. The headboy was found (by other boys) wanking off a junior. There was a well known predator in the year above mine. A classmate asked me if I wanted a wank and if it hadn't been a frosty dusk in November in the local park where the equipment had shrivelled I might well have been tempted to say yes. But during my school time I was fighting myself and it took nearly fifty years for me to admit to myself that I was gay, and I have been a much happier person for doing so.
However, the point I wanted to make was that at my school there was an extremely tolerant atmosphere. No one was expelled for being gay. Although there were the usual jokes and joshing no one was persecuted for being gay, not even the predator, and if you wanted sex you knew where to get it. Of course there was the normal gossip when boys paired up or someone had been caught, but that would be normal for any village commmunity. It always raised a wry smile in me when a gay member of the community claimed that he really had a girlfriend at home, but needed some sexual relief at school.
My only regret is that I didn't sort out my inhibitions and join in.
Hugs
N
I dream of boys with big bulges in their trousers,
Never of girls with big bulges in their blouses.
…and look forward to meeting you in Cóito.
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