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...and in the interests of equal time...
 
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Gman

"My object, all sublime, I shall achieve, - in time - to make the punishment fit the crime, the punishment fit the crime".
 
W. S. Gilbert, c. 1885

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Gman

It looks professionally done, spiral-bound. I suspect she found it in some quirky gift store repurposing old books as notebooks.

Just retrieved this memory. When I was eight and this Star Trek episode aired, I was distinctly conscious of ogling the guy, not the girl...
 

 
...Vaal was not the only one hungering that day!
 
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She destroyed a book?
 
Gman

She destroyed a book?
 
Gman

Same for me. My parents never discussed it. They sent me to an evening program at school where they talked about it to the boys in one room, the girls in another. I think there might have been a filmstrip. On the drive home, my Dad asked if I had any questions. I did not.
 
We also had a four-volume set for teens called "The Life Cycle Library" discussing sex. I fantasized to a few of the drawings in there, one of a naked teen boy toweling off, showing how the genitals and pubic hair grew during adolescence. My younger sister sent me a notebook a few years ago that's made from the cover and selected pages from that set.

I was a fat kid-slimmed up with puberty-but am now fat again for the last 20 years. But I was never any girl's dream (or guy's unfortunately) . And when I learned about sex when I was about 12 (my Dad couldn't bring himself to talk about it with me. He bought me a thin paperback to read. He told me to ask him if I had any questions.), the idea terrified me. (My pardon to the ladies but) the thought of Vaginas scared me silly. And I was supposed to put my tallywacker in that. Actually I may still feel that way (pardon ladies).
 
I remember talking with my brother who was around 19 at the time. I told him it sounded weird. He told me it was supposed to feel good if you moved your tallywacker around once you were inside (he may or may not have used the term 'wiggle').
 
So on top of being horrified by sex and vaginas-a feeling which persisted-I also felt no attraction for girls. I mean there were girls I thought were pretty or cute. But they never affected my tallywacker. On the other hand handsome guys did affect me. I probably knew I was gay deep down. But I kept hoping I'd develop feelings for women. That never happened. But the idea of gay sex terrified me too. I think it would have still terrified me whether AIDS had occurred or not-and the first cases were reported when I was 19. My fears may very well have prevented me from getting infected.
 
But I'm not sure I really knew much about gay sex even though the thought of it terrified me. I read a fiction story in a gay magazine when I was 21 (wasn't mine-it was a roommate's hidden stash that I found -he told me he wasn't gay-someone had given them to him-I think I might have believed him at the time). I still wasn't really admitting to myself I was gay, but I had suspicions. But the description of bottoming in the story was something else that turned me off . I knew I never wanted to do that.
 
So over the years my fear of sex increased. That was added to by not wanting to be gay. Finally I was afraid I was never going to experience sex. That fear slightly overcame my fear of having sex and led to my 1st hire at age 41.
 
Gman

You had a Vitamin C Deficiency!!!
 
Gman

I was a fat kid-slimmed up with puberty-but am now fat again for the last 20 years. But I was never any girl's dream (or guy's unfortunately) . And when I learned about sex when I was about 12 (my Dad couldn't bring himself to talk about it with me. He bought me a thin paperback to read. He told me to ask him if I had any questions.), the idea terrified me. (My pardon to the ladies but) the thought of Vaginas scared me silly. And I was supposed to put my tallywacker in that. Actually I may still feel that way (pardon ladies).
 
I remember talking with my brother who was around 19 at the time. I told him it sounded weird. He told me it was supposed to feel good if you moved your tallywacker around once you were inside (he may or may not have used the term 'wiggle').
 
So on top of being horrified by sex and vaginas-a feeling which persisted-I also felt no attraction for girls. I mean there were girls I thought were pretty or cute. But they never affected my tallywacker. On the other hand handsome guys did affect me. I probably knew I was gay deep down. But I kept hoping I'd develop feelings for women. That never happened. But the idea of gay sex terrified me too. I think it would have still terrified me whether AIDS had occurred or not-and the first cases were reported when I was 19. My fears may very well have prevented me from getting infected.
 
But I'm not sure I really knew much about gay sex even though the thought of it terrified me. I read a fiction story in a gay magazine when I was 21 (wasn't mine-it was a roommate's hidden stash that I found -he told me he wasn't gay-someone had given them to him-I think I might have believed him at the time). I still wasn't really admitting to myself I was gay, but I had suspicions. But the description of bottoming in the story was something else that turned me off . I knew I never wanted to do that.
 
So over the years my fear of sex increased. That was added to by not wanting to be gay. Finally I was afraid I was never going to experience sex. That fear slightly overcame my fear of having sex and led to my 1st hire at age 41.
 
Gman

I had forgotten about Hercules movies. I was so infatuated with Steve Reeves that it was upsetting. I would sit there, in the movie theater, on a Saturday afternoon, at age 7 or 8, and watch him in his loincloth with this incredible longing that I didn't understand - I wanted him to pick me up, to carry me on his shoulders, to be my friend; to admire me, to go places with me, I wanted to be like him, etc. etc. etc.

One of the tests may very well have been the Kuder Interests Survey. I think took it in 9th grade. I remember they gave us these big pins (that's pIns not pEns) to mark the answer sheet with. Somehow they read the pinpricks to determine your answers. I also took another one later on in high school-maybe college too called the Strong-Campbell Interest Test (I can't believe I remember the name of these things). The results of that test were much prettier. I think I remember a printout with a multicolored diamond shape showing percent in it showing how similar my likes were to other people in specific fields. I have a vague memory that on the Strong Campbell it listed percent similarity for specific options for both males and females-possibly we didn't mark our gender on the test form-so that say it listed bookkeeper as the profession. So I think it meant that say the male percentage might be 56% and the female percentage might be 75% meaning that if I were male (which I am) my interests only correlated with the interests of male bookkeepers 56% of the time. But if I were female, my interests were the same as 76% of female bookkeepers. Because obviously there may be differences in the likes of males and females in the same profession.
 
But the tests were so obvious. I mean-would you prefer to be a sanitation engineer vs a rocket scientist? Not that there is anything wrong with rocket scientists-but obviously there's no comparison if you have the chance to be a sanitation engineer.
 
I remember the surveys matching me up to jobs I had no interest in at all and knew I never would. I might have gotten florist too, but I'm not sure. I also think I may have gotten teacher or college professor as well as nurse. At the time- and maybe just a bit still for which I'm sorry-but definitely when I was 17 I couldn't take being a nurse seriously. That was for women. I think subconsciously I didn't want a career that was considered feminine at the time when I already lacked what were seen as typical masculine traits where I grew up like being into sports.
 
Gman

One of the tests may very well have been the Kuder Interests Survey. I think took it in 9th grade. I remember they gave us these big pins (that's pIns not pEns) to mark the answer sheet with. Somehow they read the pinpricks to determine your answers. I also took another one later on in high school-maybe college too called the Strong-Campbell Interest Test (I can't believe I remember the name of these things). The results of that test were much prettier. I think I remember a printout with a multicolored diamond shape showing percent in it showing how similar my likes were to other people in specific fields. I have a vague memory that on the Strong Campbell it listed percent similarity for specific options for both males and females-possibly we didn't mark our gender on the test form-so that say it listed bookkeeper as the profession. So I think it meant that say the male percentage might be 56% and the female percentage might be 75% meaning that if I were male (which I am) my interests only correlated with the interests of male bookkeepers 56% of the time. But if I were female, my interests were the same as 76% of female bookkeepers. Because obviously there may be differences in the likes of males and females in the same profession.
 
But the tests were so obvious. I mean-would you prefer to be a sanitation engineer vs a rocket scientist? Not that there is anything wrong with rocket scientists-but obviously there's no comparison if you have the chance to be a sanitation engineer.
 
I remember the surveys matching me up to jobs I had no interest in at all and knew I never would. I might have gotten florist too, but I'm not sure. I also think I may have gotten teacher or college professor as well as nurse. At the time- and maybe just a bit still for which I'm sorry-but definitely when I was 17 I couldn't take being a nurse seriously. That was for women. I think subconsciously I didn't want a career that was considered feminine at the time when I already lacked what were seen as typical masculine traits where I grew up like being into sports.
 
Gman

I can relate to that, Tonyko. This isn't my first queer experience, but it is the longer lasting one. I have always been a lone hunter, never been or am interested in a committed, LTR, so my crushes tend to be very short. But there is one guy I met almost 30 years ago I still have a passionate relationship with. When I met him both of us were very young, and he was a street hustler. A breathtaking beautiful one. Our encounters would always involved some kind of transaction, not always money, maybe diner, a piece of clothing, a joint, something. We would not have anal sex, but the kissing was celestial. After a few months of meeting very often, he robbed me. I was very young and poor, so he just vanished without much, just a tape recorder and my weed while I was sleeping. After about one year, he reconnects begging me to see him. We meet, he brings some cash to pay for my goods (he was and is waaayyy below the poverty line), and explains to me that a friend of him was waiting for him outside, armed, and threatening to use his weapon if he did not leave my place with some valuables. Of course I did not know wether or not to believe him. But the chemistry was so strong that I gave him the benefit of doubt and we started a long process of reconciliation. He stopped asking for anything in exchange of sex and that year, as a birthday gift, he bottomed for me for the first time. We have been loyal friends and passionate lovers since then. He is married, has three children, and still when I am visiting Buenos Aires we spend together as much time as we can. I will be with him this very Thursday. He is not anymore the smoking hot stud he used to be, but when I meet with him the old passion just aroused. I am not even close to be young attractive guy I was, but he still freaks out when we are together. Right now I have a boner.

IDK maybe the LAPSE in time has something to do with it. Sev years ago I was at a thing and talked to Larry King, the old host, his show was already off the air at that point. He told a story about his first love, the girl he planned to marry, he was nuts about her and couldn't live w/o her. But then his first REAL break in broadcasting came up but it meant moving far away and she refused to leave her family. He could not IMAGINE living w/o her, he took the job and felt like he'd blown his chance at his only love. 40 years LATER this very heavy very brassy woman with a screeching voice came up to him at a show in Fla and it was HER. He said he could NOT imagine what his life would have been if THIS is what he'd stayed with.
"I" thought to myself, if he HAD maybe he would still SEE that girl he fell in love with when he looks at her now. Maybe??
I know from MY experience it can make a diff. I went gaga over a Gaeity dancer almost 15 years ago. A recently out of the Air Force 24yo Blonde adonis hair now to his shoulders green eyes muscular bod of a God etc etc. THAT guy who was my "ideal" is STILL in my life today. We grew close. He's a true friend now whom I love and it's mutual our families have even met etc thou none know "how" WE really met lol. He still allows me to have a little "fun" with him because he knows how happy it makes me, and says it makes him happy to make me happy, even thou he's 100% straight and "that" life is in his past. He's a 39yo suit and tie professional the long hair is gone the muscles and hard body has given way to a soft body with skinny arms and in REALITY he's no longer the Adonis I first saw BUT he still excites me because it's HIM. And THATS what I still see.

I remember there was a guy who a couple of streets from where i grew up from. he use to tan in his yard, in a speedo...it set my little ingnue heart a flutter. he was maybe 30 and i was in intermediate school, but he was soooo
hot to look at. i still can recall it like it happened yesterday...i wonder whatever happened to this guy

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When I was four and my brother was seven, we each got a GI Joe for Xmas. Instinctively I took of all of their clothes (a 'Mattel' label where the good stuff was supposed to be...so dissappointing!), put them on my softest pillow, made them tangle up into one another, and put a blanket on top. My brother found them like that the next morning, and with a puzzled look, asked me...'What in the world are our GI Joes doing? Are they fighting?!". Well no, they're doing something much more worthwhile.
 
I was a very precocious little tot!

You had a Vitamin C Deficiency!!!
 
Gman

I'm in 3rd/4th grade, and have two moments I can share, although I can't recall the exact chronology:
1. I am watching a Spanish soap opera. I remember the "galán" was a Paraguayan actor very popular in Argentina. He drinks a loaded drink (the evil antagonist would use the same tactics that our beloved rapist in the news right now) and fell asleep. I got an immediate erection, but I did not know what was happening to me.
 
2. I dream that I was traveling in one of those Mississippi River steam boats, and meet Batman and Robin (Adam West B&R). I am the villain and take them and try to drawn them in the orange juice container on top boat bar counter. I wake up with a full erection without understanding what was going on.

Oh, I liked him in Class too.

Tony, that reminded me of my other hot teacher in HS, who taught both history and driver's ed. (Why are driver's ed teachers always so hunky?) I never saw him out of his clothes but he had that linebacker build, big muscles, pushing his white dress shirt to its limits, though not yet heading to fat. Well, he either wore loose boxers or no underwear at all because to this day I remember vividly how I could see the outline of what appeared to be his very large soft cock in his dress pants! It was always there, every day, and it became somewhat logistically difficult for me to get up and leave after history class because I'd almost always have a raging hard-on from day-dreaming about his impressive dick when the bell rang!!!
 
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MY HS coaches looked like the Dad on The Wonder Years lol NO fantasy there. BUT Mr. P a fresh out of college Mark Harmon look-alike math teacher was ALSO the boys track team coach. They met Thursdays same day as Glee Club (I know) and we rehearsed in the gym and I noticed 20 mins after all the boys would come out to leave after showering HE would come out with that tell-tale wet hair so he obvs would wait until they showered first. (our locker room was off the gym and had individual showers not prison style, like 8 cubicles in a row) I tried once or twice to time using the bathrrom in the locker room to catch a sight of him but failed. The last day before Thanksgiving break I timed it JUST right he was IN the shower. I must have taken out and put back in my dirty gym clothes from a locker a dozen times stalling until he came out, but I got to see him. (from afar) I remember being shocked at how hairy his chest and stomach was, and how small and hard his ass was. And he had great feet too. His dick was a lot smaller than I thought a dick on a grown man would be but I didn't care lol. Spent the rest of that year of Freshman Math staring at him up at the blackbaord with THAT picture in my head and DO remember getting hard under my desk.