By the age of about 11/12 my young hormones were so totally carbonated I couldn’t see straight…so to speak. If there had been the tech availability kids have today I would have been totally screwed. Where all this insanity in my young mind came from I’m not sure. The one thing I do know that a good honest sexual education, explanation would have been a God save. The incredible value of have had a sane honest adult say to me " listen Kid, Sounds like you’re possibly gay " " Lets talk about what that might mean and don’t worry, you’re still a great kid." A handful of such words would have relieved so many years of fear, self loathing, and irresponsible sex. Yet no such adult existed and I carried the shame and horror of eternal damnation knowing that in the entire world there were likely only a scant number of other boys so twisted as my self. Perhaps those scars built character, perhaps the lack of those scars would have freed me to run full speed at developing my life instead of trying to hide from it and deny it. It was cowardly wretches like Klippert that kept that information away from a kid who needed answers not condemnation about my curious development. Yet I was the pervert. Maybe somebody needs to smack this MOFO right in the face.
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