I was 11. And I knew what they were looking for from the get-go. They were a gay couple, (this would have been what? 1975?) who were scoutmasters of my boy-scout troop. In all seriousness, they got arrested.. one of them fled to Canada.
They had like seven or eight of us on the hook. Almost every one of those boys ended up violently screwed up. Except me, as I was already so inclined.
It was fun for me, actually. I knew what I wanted, and they were all too willing to give it to me.
I knew I liked XY's from pretty damn early.
Then in my 20's, there was Lugh. This pretty goat of a man who really wanted me romantically. He was a real sweetie, with him the difference between predation and interest became clear. It changed almost everything about how I saw gender interests and relationships. I guess I owe the abusers a small thank you for opening my eyes.
You have the right to like and want you like and want. Men are nice... big and strong and furry and.. UNF.
- MM
