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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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today is the 45th year I have known it was the birthday of the boy I fell for in 1965.
While it can easily be argued that it might still matter because I have still remembered it, my bran remembered numbers. Today he is 58. And today is the first year it hasn't mattered. I seem to be growing up at last.
I can look, at last, of pictures of him as a kid and see why I fell for him.
I can look back over my life and understand why I failed to tell him.
I can look at a picture as he is today and be sad that the boy has run away and all that appears to remain is a sad shell of an old adult.
But he no longer has power over me. I have got that back, and now I have power over me
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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