When you were a child, what were some clues that you might be gay?

I wanted a boy baby sitter in the worst way

When I looked forward to daddy’s cock being in my mouth.

In third grade, I opened the class bathroom where a little girl was doing her business. I said "Eeew!" to myself outloud as I closed the door.

OP sounds like me.

OP, I probably shouldn’t be laughing, but that’s hysterical!

Well done!

I collected napkins.

I was an 8 year old white boy obsessed with the movie Mahogany. I used to act it out in my room by myself.

Op, I loved Wonder Woman too, far more than any of the male superheroes.

I made Wonder Woman bracelets out of soup cans that I dug out of our trash. Cutting them with scissors made the seam jagged and dangerous, and I broke the scissors.

I loved Wonder Woman too. And the Wizard of Oz. I wanted toys from the Sears Christmas catalogue girls section for Christmas. I saved my allowance and slowly bought all the Mego Oz dolls and I really begged my parents for the fold-out Emerald City play station. When it would come on TV it was the hugest deal for me.

I would wear a long towel on my head like it was long hair and walk around in my room like I was a celebrity on television, talking to myself. Sometimes I sat in front of a little table in front of a mirror and put on a "cooking TV show." I distinctly remember using plastic Easter eggs.

The clothes I always wanted (but never got) were like velour hot pants or a silver satin jacket. I wanted disco lights in my room at one point.

I acted incredibly effeminate. Looking at photos of myself as a child I'll admit I cringe a bit.

ALL the signs were there.

I was fascinated by dresses and makeup. I also preferred She-Ra over He-Man.

My female cousins were boy crazy and we’d look at their teen magazines with pix of Rob Lowe and other hotties of the day.

Is this the sequel to the "Dialing A Phone With a Pencil" thread?

I screamed a lot. I had sisters, and my best neighborhood friend was a girl. People were always telling me, "Stop screaming like a little girl!".

I also had no interest in sports. And by age 6 or 7 the little boys were all getting nuts about sports, joining flag football, etc. I did not; I was over in a corner of the playground playacting with the girls.

My teacher recommended to my mom that I join Cub Scouts. I did and lasted a couple days. It was the same mean boys from school doing boring shit.

I loved my little pony, JEM, SHE-RA, and ALL barbie dolls. At one point I was obsessed with Jasmine Guy. I thought she was so beautiful. Like OP, I put a t shirt on my head and was lipsynching for my life to one of her pop songs (I know, don't judge) and my dad walked into my room with my older brother. My dad looked and said, "what the fuck is this?" I ran under the desk in my room and just hid in shame. I don't remember how long I stayed there. haha. gay ass.

I wanted to be Judy Garland for Halloween.

I cried when pointy toed stilettos went out of style circa 1967 only to be replaced with ugly busy thick heeled square toed shoes with too many straps.

Mommie got mad when I tried her diaphragm and placed it n my anus. She threw it out and was fitted for another and I was told to never, ever touch her things again !!

I was fascinated by how women on TV would always take their earring off before answering the phone. I thought that was the height of elegance.

R19 = Original Recipe Donna

I was a little boy and found some books in our collection that we inherited. One had Grecian statues of men that I found fascinating but didn't know why.

R20 She was the only Donna who mattered, and look who she's married to in real life! Still as awesome and beautiful as she was in 1971 when she first appeared on "The Doctors".

I knew I was gay for sure in January of 1983 when I followed Anna onto "Another World" and got drag queen vibes from newbee Linda Dano as well.

I would have loved to have seen their production of "Mame"! (You can't get any gayer than that!)

I cut the crotch on a fabulous pair of 80's colorful print shorts, trying to make them into a miniskirt.

R23 Ethel's party pants! (And you thought you'd look better wearing a toaster!)

I thought the incredibly sexy security guard at the bank was a policeman. He had a fish bowl of candy he'd pass out to the little ones and I thought he was soooo nice. One time he let me sit on his lap while my mom did her banking. I remember my head spinning and almost being out of breath as I sat on his big, beefy thighs. Mom would say, "You're like him don't you? I bet you want to be a policeman someday."

R10 "I would wear a long towel on my head like it was long hair and walk around in my room like I was a celebrity on television, "

I wore a yellow towel and pretended I was Nancy Sinatra.

I was a child in the late 70s, and I would take a turtleneck shirt with long sleeves and pretend it was long hair by slipping the turtleneck on my head and letting the long sleeves hang down over my shoulders. Then I would take a belt, put around my head like it was a tiara to look like Wonder Woman.

At 8 I got so excited after watching “ Cinderella “- with Lesley-Ann Warren- my father thought there was something wrong me.

As a pre-teen in the 60's, I would find all sorts of reasons to hang around in the men's locker room at the country club my parents belonged to. I would spy on the men in the shower. At that young age, the sight of a hairy, muscular chest would give me palpitations.

Around the same age, I had a major crush on the young handsome priest at our church. As much as I tried, I could not get him to take advantage of me.

When I was about 7, I was in a thrift shop with my mom and saw an attractive yellow teacup for something like a dime, and then noticed that near it was a saucer that matched, only it was green. I bought them both, to my mom's puzzlement. Yes, they were Fiestaware®. No, I had no idea what Fiestaware® was. I now know. My collection now totals nearly 100 pieces. I guess gaydar extends to items as well as people. That cup and saucer practically screamed out for me to buy them.

I was 7. I spent the entire morning helping my dad doing yard work. When finished, he decided to reward me by taking me to the local k-mart-type store where I could pick out my very first record album. It was the late 60s. What would i pick out? Would it be The Beatles? Beach Boys? Elvis? I knew exactly what I wanted and headed straight to the right bin.

JUDY LIVE AT CARNEGIE HALL!

When we got home, my dad said to my mom, "Uhh.... we might have a problem with our little boy...."

At age 10 or 11, during Sunday dinner, by way of casual conversation, I stated to my family that I wanted to be Carmen Miranda when I grew up. You could have heard a pin drop. Actually, I was more fascinated with the name “Carmen Miranda” than I was with the person.

I was 5 or 6 and totally infatuated with a tow-headed boy the same age. I wanted to be around him a lot and smiled every time I saw him. This lead to "I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours" about a year later. Only happened once. My family moved shortly afterward. Never saw him again.

60s baby here. Interesting the many gaylings using a towel to substitute for long, flowing luxuriant hair. I too did this.

Also, starting at age 5, I played "Shoe salesman" with my mum. I would pretend to measure her foot, caress it a bit, and then go to her cupboard to suggest a shoe for her to purchase. I would then model said shoe for her, and then help her try them on. Inevitably I came down the stairs in all the high-heeled pumps first.

When I was six my mother was pregnant, and I included playing "Hairdresser" with her. I would back-comb and tease her hair, trying to make her look like one of the popular models of the time.

At age eight I was making pancakes from scratch for weekend breakfasts (granddad was a baker), but I don't necessarily see that in the same way as the Shoe Salesman and Hairdresser playtimes.

Funny, when I look back, that both these role-modelling behaviours were encouraged, yet my mum was shocked when I came out to her!

Not sure but I think it was my overwhelming desire to suck cock.

Anthony Recker

This thread explains all the trans hatred on DL

Because most all of you would have been diagnosed with gender dysmorphia and been given breasts and puberty blockers.

Even as a gayling I was mesmerized by man azz.

Serious question, given today's environment-- do any of you budding Wonder Women and Nancy Sinatras wish that you had been given the opportunity to transition to women at a young age so that you'd be able to pass?

Do you think you'd have been happier being female and actually being able to have long hair and velour hot pants and the like?

For some ungodly reason I still don't understand, I out of the blue told my uncle that I'd like to see Ponch's "tinkler and butt" when I was around 5. I was a big Erik Estrada fan and loved seeing him in his tight uniform pants on CHiPS. Rather than get rattled, Uncle Rick thought my remark was funny.

At the age of 5 I knew I felt something strange and exciting any time I saw a grown man with his shirt off. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I liked it.

I heard the song "My Boyfriend's Back" by the Angels and begged my mother to buy it for me. I wonder what they all thought as I put that thing into 24/7 rotation on my little record player. I hope one day that I would have a boyfriend who would stick up for me and fight my enemies just like in the record.

When I was about 8 my mom walked in on me putting on her lipstick and mascara in the bathroom mirror. She looked at me and chuckled. The second time, not only did she not chuckle, she took me to a psychologist. I went to him for three years. Didn't work.

My Christmas wish list, 1970's: Eight-track tape player & two cassettes, "Judith " by Judith Collins & "Songs For The New Depression" by Bette Midler.

My parents later had the nerve to claim they didn't know I was gay...

This thread is too funny. I love it. R39 You know, I used to think I would end up wanting that but decided I loved my dick and wanted to be a man at any costs. It was tough but I became one. That's why I think trans is a mental illness. You have to accept you are a man and learn to love it and understand it. And I did. I look back and cringe and am baffled at my mental illness that went on for far too long. I laugh too. I also regret all the guy bonding I missed growing up because I was afraid of men and felt uncomfortable around them because i thought they would figure me out. It's so funny, those days are long gone. Doing feminine things was only part of it. I had a lot of trauma and shame to overcome and it involved a lot of suffering but I'm so glad I did.

[quote] Serious question, given today's environment-- do any of you budding Wonder Women and Nancy Sinatras wish that you had been given the opportunity to transition to women at a young age so that you'd be able to pass?

I am not anti-trans and think that is all nonsense. However, even though I loved to play Wonder Woman and was drawn to girly things, I never had any desire to be a girl. There was never any confusion or doubt that I was a boy and that I liked being a boy.

As a '70s sissy kid who preferred watching TV to playing outside, I developed obsessions with certain shows early on.

I loved [italic]The Flying Nun,[/italic] which was still airing in reruns, and I decided I had to have Sister Bertrille's headdress. I was raised by my grandmother, a retired nurse, so I took her old cap, which was the next best thing, and tried running around the backyard and launching myself from our chainlink fence to see if I could get airborne.

I also loved [italic]I Dream of Jeannie[/italic] and wanted her bottle/bachelorette pad in the worst way. Decades later in my middle age, I learned that it wasn't a one-of-a-kind prop but a dressed-up limited-edition Jim Beam bottle. Occasionally I'm tempted to buy one online.

For a while when I was about 9, whenever I was in a photograph I would insist on looking back over my shoulder at the camera as if someone had just called my name and caught me off guard.

I would stage the Miss Universe Pageant on our home staircase and I'd play all the contestants.

I wet my towel at our pool and wore it like Cher’s hair. Whoa!

I identified with Mary Richards and Jaime Sommers, good girls of the 70s.

I LOVE this thread because, in my mind, I still feel that I was a weird kid because I didn't do and like what all my other friends did.

I smile with complete understanding as you tell your stories. THANK YOU, DLers!

[quote] That's why I think trans is a mental illness. You have to accept you are a man and learn to love it and understand it.

WTF?

"Serious question, given today's environment-- do any of you budding Wonder Women and Nancy Sinatras wish that you had been given the opportunity to transition to women at a young age so that you'd be able to pass?"

"Nancy" here: Simple answer, no. I just remember that fascination at a young age. Attraction to men presented in my early teens. I also wanted to be like the men I was attracted to: built and masculine, so that was the direction I went in.

I didn't retain the stereotypical femme types as some. No interest in Barbra, Madonna, show tunes, etc. I liked to say that the only real gay thing about me was my desire to suck dick.

You should all check the original dialing with a pencil thread linked above. It’s a DL legend with many stories like these.

Yeah we do a thread like this every couple of years or so, sort of to refresh the Dialing With A Pencil thread.

When I was about age 13 or 14, I developed this massive crush on the male cousin of my best friend. The cousin was somewhat older (maybe 16 or 17) and muscular. I had no idea why I was feeling the way I did. I thought that it was because he was nice to me. He was spending the summer with my friend so I'd see him alot.

I wrote him an anonymous love note (and, looking back, it was pretty graphic sexually) and it was written as if it was from a girl. I left the note on the stoop of the house.

In the attached house next door lived two elderly sisters. They were very welcoming and would have the kids of the block over every so often. Imagine my surprise when I went over one day and saw my note in their stack of letters. Somehow it got to the other house. I wonder what they thought as they read about what a girl apparently wanted to do with him.

R56- the girls knew exactly who that letter was coming from. Your thirteen year-old ingenuity fooled no one. It would be interesting for you to contact one of those girls and see what went down, how they ended up with the letter.

But my bet is that they purposely let you notice they had it.

They seem cool.

So many DL Queens wanted to be Wonder Woman didn't anyone want to be Diana Prince?

r58 How about Princess Diana instead? Does that count?

I loved riding with my parents and looking out the window at the hot tanned construction workers in their cutoffs, workbooks and no shirts.

I was 11. 6th grade. All I could do was stare at Fred L.'s crotch. I had SUCH a crush--everything about him fascinated me. 8th grade. Steve. Same thing. One day I caught a glimpse of him in the shower. That was it. Signed, sealed, delivered.

I didnt want to be a girl. I just wanted to play doctor with the boys. That worked up to the 7th grade. Then most of my friends got interested in girls.

My friend Skip was the exception. We continued to play doctor. The, his mother caught us playing with each other and we were outted.

Wow. Literally every last one of us would be transgender today.

Well, I wanted to be Olivia Newton-John when I was 9 years old. I’d put on a headband and belt out “Physical” to whoever would listen.

I was 6 and saw two hot construction workers while I was sitting in the back seat and took all my clothes off. Yeah, I started whoredom early

I don't know about gay guys being potentially transgender. I grew out of it pretty fast. After my mom caught me putting on her makeup and sent me to a shrink, I stopped doing it. Not because they wanted me to. I just lost interest and graduated to trying to get my cute friends to sleep over instead.

I hated sports.

I loved fairy tales, among other types of literature. I not only collected Classics Illustrated comics, but also Classics Illustrated Junior, which was their fairy tale brand.

Someone upthread mentioned liking "My Boyfriend's Back" as a clue to his gayness. My first 45 was "I Will Follow Him," by Little Peggy March (prophetic, unfortunately). Next came Lesley Gore, then the Angels (I LOVED "My Boyfriend's Back"), and then the Phil Spector girl groups. 1963 was a very good year for popular music. I have long wondered where music would have gone if the British Invasion hadn't happened. I did love the Beach Boys, too, but I wouldn't discover them until Christmas.

These stories are hilarious!

One of the best things about the original Dialing the Phone With a Pencil thread is it wasn't packed with right-wing/Russbot trolls.

I LOVE reading all of these storys! I see myself in so many of them and now im curious to read thread, as it has been mentioned so often. Tank you Datalounge

R63: No we wouldn't. You're a bigot. Now sit down, shut up and fuck off.

As a kid, I always wanted to powder my nose with my grandmother's compact. She'd let me, lightly. And I also always helped her with laundry and vacuuming and all that. I was domestically inclined before age 10.

My parents knew before I did, but were supportive. They even bought me a doll. I liked to wear my mom's high heels, but that was just a phase and never had a desire to cross-dress as I got older. Like several of you my best friends were girls. No sports for me, but I enjoyed cub scouts. The defining moment was when I liked to play with the neighbor boy and we would get naked. I continued to find opportunities to get naked with my young friends. There was no question that I was gay. Ever.

"I collected napkins."

This is one of the sweetest posts I've ever seen on DL.

No, R63, but most are bottoms, right?

R72: See, I didn't have many friends as a kid, if any. And if I did, I wouldn't even know under what pretenses to have gotten naked with them. That aspect is fascinating to me because I never experienced that. You must of have been in the accelerated gayling program.

Probably when I fell head over heels in love with Ricky Schroder as soon as [italic]Silver Spoons[/italic] went into syndicated reruns.

I loved watching the marching bands in college football halftimes when I was young; a particular favorite was that of Ohio State and their spelling of 'Ohio' in script every weekend. I picked up the clarinet in 4th grade with the hope that I could one day make it into the Ohio State Marching Band. After one term I grew tired of the clarinet, and then became fixated on becoming a Drum Major. He wore a great costume, got TV screen time, and started out the line of the script 'Ohio'. I asked my parents if I could take twirling lessons to increase my chances of getting a college scholarship to be a drum major. I have no idea today if drum majors got scholarships, but 9yo me was convinced they did and would be my way to go to university.

My parents were supportive of my desire to get a college scholarship at age 9, but told me that I did not need to take twirling classes to go to college.

I pretended I was Cher and acted out a video of "Gypsies,Gramps and Thieves" alone in the bathroom. Would play "Charlie's Angels" with my sister and a friend and would pout if I wasn't Farrah. Then I would insist that they recognize that I was wearing my hair like she did in "Logan's Run" and NOT as it was styled on CA. And no I never wanted to be a girl or wished I was one, so you can knock that shot right off.

r67 Wow. I could've written every word of that. We must be about the same age (I was born in '52.)

From age 5 and on I was a huge fan of the swim relay on Battle of the Network Allstars, specifically all of the guys in speedos! I asked for a "swimsuit like that" for Christmas and God love my parents, they got me a pair of yellow speedos that I strutted around in all summer! I don't even know where they found yellow speedos in Utah in December, but it was 1981 so it was a different time. Then around age 7 while bathing I discovered the pleasures to be had by sticking things up my butthole! To this day I still enjoy toys at bath time!

R80: Dear Lord In Heaven!!

R52 what don't you understand?

I had a “free fucks stand” instead of a lemonade stand.

In fifth grade we had to read a biography and do a “wax museum” presentation as the person (dress up like them, etc) and I picked Andrew Lloyd Webber. I can’t believe it took me a failed heterosexual marriage to realize I was gay.

R79, I'm one year older.

[quote]Wow. Literally every last one of us would be transgender today.

No, not at all. Just because I was spinning around like Wonder Woman, it doesn't mean I wanted to be a woman. I even somehow instinctual knew that I had to play these games in secret, and not to let adults see me and my fascination with dolls and Wonder Woman's bracelets. Playing pretend is not wanting to be a girl. By the time I was a teenager all of that went by the wayside. The only time I ever envied girls was post puberty and everyone started fucking and girls started getting the hot guys I wanted. So what I did was become friends with them and listened to their hookup stories.

It's not a phase you grow out of for transgender people.

R56 what did you say in the letter?

when I was 7 ide lay on the couch pinching my tittys to the sound of uncle alvins voice....

I must have been 4 or 5 and my father bought the obc of Guys and Dolls for my mother. I began for some reason I know not why to listen to it obsessively. I even liked More I Cannot Give You. To this day decades later it is one of the few Broadway scores I still love while most of them I never need to hear again.

Concerned Up-The-Butt-At-Bathtime Team Mom: R81 you just made my night!

So, we're saying that all the stereotypes are true, that gay is about being effeminate?

While at the kitchen table doing my homework around 8 I mindlessly stuck a thick jumbo pencil in my ass... it felt interesting.

This one time . . . at band camp.

Wasn't it Rock Hudson who said gays have a little girl inside named Debbie and we have to constantly hold her back.

R37, That's the problem with today's push to tans kids. Should wait until their 18 in almost all cases. Very common for some straight, bi, as well as gay very young children to enjoy non-stereotypical forms of play.

Next-door-neighbor said she always preferred her train set to feminine dolls. Grew up to be an art professor. Other little girls wanted to play sports with their brothers. Nothing wrong with it.

R73 I just hope somewhere out there there was a little boy who collected napkin rings and he grew up to find napkin boy and they lived happily ever after.

Forget Laurie. Couldn't take my eyes off Keith.

How come no one in my family appreciated how well i could redecorate Barbie's Dream House, but they all thought it was so cute that my female cousin could tear a lawn mower apart and rebuild it with her bare hands?

What R86 and you other elders forget is that you grew up in an era where being gay was shameful and your parents and family would not have been accepting, let alone the other kids at school, so subconsciously you made a decision to not be Cher or a cheerleader or Wonder Woman.

But in 2019, your parents would likely be cool with it, think it was just you expressing yourself, they'd be okay with you calling yourself Xie or They and you'd be encouraged to become your true female self.

Is R99 parody?

No R100.

Most of the posters on this thread, were they living in upper middle class liberal homes in 2019, would be taking puberty blockers and their parents would eagerly be anticipating their new lives as their true female selves.

What rock are you living under?

I fantasized about kissing Donny Osmond while listening to his song "One Bad Apple".

R77 - I had a friend who was USC’s Tommy Trojan - he indeed got a scholarship.

My favorite car in Wacky Races

My favorite Flintstones episode

Anyone here who came of age after 1990?

I wanted to be Sonja Henie! Would make my own skating skirts from my grandmother's slips. I'd pose sans skates but with gloves on and I'd twirl.

I love that damned episode R105. Thanks for posting it. The Boulderettes!!!!

[quote]...made a tiara and bullet bracelets out of aluminum foil.

Ah, shiny foil. The fantasy crafting material of gaylings worldwide since who-knows-when.

I enjoyed playing equally with GI Joes (he was such a hot alpha) and Tippy Tumbles a toddler baby doll that did forward and backward roll somersaults. My amazingly homophobic dad was shockingly nonjudgmental about it.

R101: God, you're full of shit. All you anti-trans bigots are fantasists. And since this thread has nothing to do with trans issues, GET THE FUCK OUT!!

R98: Girls can wear jeans, cut their hair short, wear shirts and boots, because it's ok to be a boy. But to like (and act) like a girl, is degrading, because you think that being a girl is degrading. But secretly, you'd love to know what it's like, would you? What it feels like for a girl...

Madonna sang about this 20 years ago...

When I was a baby and child I would stick anything up my butt that fit. And I mean anything.

R112 should be hanged for bad taste. There is never any reason to post songs by that old cuntbag.

R114: WRONG! The answer is it's a very good reason.

R115 needs to go in front of a firing squad. She's cuckoo for ole cuntbags.

When I was around 6 y.o. I was in love/lust with an older cousin (by 7 years) and would hop up in his lap when he was sitting down and play with his titties and grab his dick thru his jeans, giggling and having the BEST time, while he's trying to act nonchalant and slapping my hands away. Understand, this is at Grandma's house while everyone's sitting around watching the spectacle. I didn't care.

R117 has a self-lubing anus, so she is the best bottom. Ask her cousin.

Damn, some of you bitches started ho'ing right out of the birth canal.

I did a FULL CAVITY strip search on my GI JOE doll.

(R19) I hope you're talking about Angela Bower.

In second grade, I showed the first 5 positions of ballet for Show and Tell. Then the school kids ostracized me for the next 5 years.

Well, there a few I can think of right off the bat.

Foot racing with my friends when I was 7 with my hands tuned to the side and extended in front of me like an ax because I'd seen Susan Anton run that way in the movie "Golden Girl" on the NBC Sunday Night Movie.

Wearing a blue terry headband to Easter services when I was 8 because I loved ONJ's style.

When I was 11 taking lessons in how to lasso from a local, old time rodeo cowboy who thought I wanted to learn how to rope cattle when what he DIDN'T know was that I was ACTUALLY obsessed with Lynda Carter and Wonder Woman reruns.

I just remembered a particularly embarrassing one.

Being 8 or 9 and singing "Hot Stuff" by Donna Summer at the top of my lungs while walking down a side street. Some teenagers in their backyard overheard me and started laughing. I was mortified.

r121 Angela [italic]who[/italic]?

Flew around the house in my mom’s satin bathrobe because I was Storm, Mistress of the Elements!

Him!

[quote]([R19]) I hope you're talking about Angela Bower.

It was a move popularized by clunky workplace clip-on earrings of the 80’s and the entire roster of career soap divas, from Lauren Fenmore to Ashley Abbott, from Jill Abbot to Alexis Morrell Carrington Colby Dexter Rowan, ALL did it. Bonus points if their careers were non glamorous, like doctor or college professor.

fags are a hoot!

Batman. But more than that, Batman's bulge! I remember we were going to the mall to "meet" Batman and all I could think about was his bulge. There's a photograph of me and Batman and I am literally staring at his crotch. I was about 5 years old.

Not seeing the “axe hands” on Miss Susan Anton, r123.

Maybe you got that from watching female gymnasts - don’t they run like that on the way to the vault?

In any case...

R112 That quote is from Ian McEwan's The Cement Garden. The sample is from the film of the same name, spoken by Charlotte Gainsbourg. It's not Madonna.

Madonna wrote the song around that quotation.

I love to watch wrestling on TV, in the early days the cameramen were not discrete and you got to see a lot of crotch shots of muscular men in their tight speedos. Sometimes you could see some of them get hard when they were down on the mat.

[quote]Not seeing the “axe hands” on Miss Susan Anton, [R123].

She starts running like that later in the film as her training technique improves. More like a robot with super efficiency. I thought it looked so cool.

When I was 5 or 6 I would perform spontaneous, interpretive dances to Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" in the living room for my parents.

They were so wonderful. Every time they would just sit and watch for the entire piece and applaud at the end. They told me they loved my energy.

Having amassed a collection of movie musicals on videotape and disc from every decade since sound film was invented by the time I was a teenager.

R31 I laughed out loud at that recollection.

Similarly, when I was about 12 a neighbor kid injured himself and his mother rushed him to the emergency room. On their way out the door, she called and asked me to keep an eye on her younger son. No big deal, we watched cartoons all afternoon. When they got home, she was so grateful, she gave me $5. I immediately got on my bike and rode down to the little record store in the strip mall and bought HELLO DOLLY, with Pearl Bailey.

When we were about 8 or so my, best friend and I would imitate Marilyn Monroe (Or Ginger from Gilligan's Island). We got really good at it..we both would make anything said sound like a Blonde Bombshell. He's straight.

R31 it reminded me of the first LP I purchased, Ella Fitzgerald Sings Cole Porter instead of a Beatles album.

R139, that’s a fantastic album.

You guys are just ridiculous. I enjoyed and did most of these things, too. And I am DEFINITELY not gay!

I used to put on shows using the front porch of my Mom's antique shop as a stage. I'd put an album on the inside stereo as my backing track and sing with all the greats - Judy, Lena,, Patsy, Marlene - but my "go-to" performance piece was singing along to "Je m'appelle Barbra." I didn't speak French.

I used to ask my mom to get me panty liners.

Putting on my grandmother wiglets. I thought they were so glamorous.

I have a vague recollection of being attracted to one of the black hosts on Sesame Street or Electric Company and wanting to see his dick.

Then my swim teacher got naked with us in the showers and I was smitten. I was about 8.

I was in summer camp and we were all talking to one of the cute counselors whose name was Gil. I asked him what his last name was and he said "Horn." My next question: Can I blow your horn? (!!) I was 9. He gave me a smile and opened his legs a little wider. I about died.

R145 - the OG Gordon on Sesame Street was hot. I was into him when I was 8 or 9 because my kid sister watched the show.

Pasted link in the wrong spot - dohhh

I used to take the clothing off my Ken and my GI Joe and rub them together. When I would put them away, they went in the box naked and on top of each other. Barbie had to stay in another box. Absolute truth.

^^^That is hilarious

There was a guy in 9th grade who was smokin' hot. He had a 5 o'clock shadow, hairy chest, and a big bubble butt. I think he was a year ahead of me. I'd stare at him in class and swoon. If I passed him in the hall it felt like I was at the top of a ferris wheel.

R151 - there were 3 brothers like that in my HS; the two younger ones were identical twins - they all must have started shaving in 6th or 7th grade. By freshman year the older brother looked about 19 or 20 - heavy beard, hairy chest & beefy muscles, with a cocky attitude and an ugly handsome face. The twins were less hairy but much better looking - with huge pecs and arms. One twin was douchey like the older brother, but the other was quiet and in my after school art class - he wore the tightest t-shirts & it was very hard for me not to stare.

Am I the only one who spent my days cycling and buying candy and not discovering sex until after puberty?

When I was in high school and if I ever saw a teen boy with chest hair or facial hair it was too much to take. Hot hot hot. I didn't start growing body hair until I was 27! wtf! A full beard didn't come until I was 29.

I could have written r154.

Being turned on by men.

I liked look at nude men and used to hang around the swimming pool change rooms.

I had a crush on my 5-year-old cousin when I was 4.

I played hockey but was fascinated by the figure skaters. I stayed after practice to watch what they did, and though I never tried myself I became good at identifying all the jumps and spins. My teammates thought I was interested in the girls!

I was obsessed with Xanadu. We couldn't afford a video player so I would go around to my brothers house when he was at work, climb through a window and watch my copy of Xanadu on his video player. Then I'd pack up and leave before he got home. When Olivia's "Physical" album video came out I used to do the same thing.

I used to lie on my back in the bathtub with the water hitting my anus at about 10. I knew I was gay and a bottom.

At the local public pool, I wrapped my beach towel around myself, and imagined I was a damsel in distress on the Poseidon Adventure. My BF still calls me a 'damsel in distress'.

R161 will let anything in the universe hit her anus.

I hated sports until I discovered Ice Skating. I managed to fine a loophole in the high school PE program to do off campus sports as long as it was signed off by an adult. Although, looking back, I probably missed out on a lot of locker room activity. Back then, everyone was required to shower after PE, and they were not private showers like they have today.

To be honest, I put in about 20 hours or more a week on the ice. Way more than the 5 hours of PE I would have done if I stuck with the school program. My legs were shredded with muscle and it gave me a skaters butt AKA bubble butt for days. People always grabbing my ass. Sadly, I haven't skated in decades. I still keep the blades up on a shelf for memories.

Teenage me used to think Timothy Goebel was cute. It was cathartic when I found out he was a real gay bull. I also wanted the Hamm gymnast twins to spitroast me.

For you R165, Timothy was the first person to ever land a quadruple salchow in a competition. When I was young, a triple was considered almost unobtainable by most serious skaters. Its just very difficult to jump that high without any kind of boost and spin that many times in the air before you hit the ground. All on a blade on ice no less.

[quote]I still keep the blades up on a shelf for memories.

That’s good, dear. They’ll be handy when it’s time to end it all.

When I realized there was show on Broadway called Hello Dolly. I didn't even know what Broadway was, what a Broadway musical was or who Carol Channing was. This was a year after it opened and had already seeped itself into the public consciousness through the title song alone. I knew this was some sort of cultural milestone in the history of the world and the world would never be the same again and it hasn't.

R168,I was about 8 years old when Mary Martin came to my town for a week in the National Tour of "Hello, Dolly!" Like you, I didn't know really what it was. But the Louis Armstrong recording was everywhere and Mary Martin was Peter Pan and I knew I just had to get there for "Hello, Dolly!," whatever it was. I staged a week long campaign of distress and manipulation and pleading... all to no avail. The week after the show left, I was distraught.s

It turned out not to be entirely in vain. The following year, Florence Henderson came to town in an outdoor stock production of "The Sound of Music" and that time... I got there!

Very early on I would wear my dad's large t-shirts like a dress and run around in the backyard much to the horror of my older brother and his friends. I once also begged my mom to curl my hair so I looked like this kid in my class that had tight curls,she tried pin-curls but it didn't work and I remember crying about it.

When I was a young teen I had a paper route and I would bike past a house that had a camper like the one pictured and dream that my best friend and i would live in it and just drive around the West and kiss all night. And I am a GAY MAN not a lesbian!

^^^ Did she play one of the Nazis?

[quote]Very early on I would wear my dad's large t-shirts like a dress and run around in the backyard much to the horror of my older brother and his friends. I once also begged my mom to curl my hair so I looked like this kid in my class that had tight curls,she tried pin-curls but it didn't work and I remember crying about it.

Today, you would be taken to the nearest gender clinic and "reassigned". No questions asked.

R160 I wish I knew you as a kid. We would have been best friends. We would watch Xanadu and sing “Physical” together!

[quote]Today, you would be taken to the nearest gender clinic and "reassigned". No questions asked.

And they wonder why we want nothing to do with them.

Like you R47, TV shows in reruns were an inkling. it was "Bewitched" for me. Thoroughly delighted with the current thread on Elizabeth Montgomery.

And I loved "Batman." Friends would say that they loved Batgirl in her tight costume. But for me it was Batman, whose costume wasn't tight enough. I loved it when when he and Robin were in peril in a trap. Just loved when any handsome hero type was in peril on TV or the movies. The probably led to an interest later in life with non-vanilla sex.

I was obsessed with "The Wizard of Oz," and I waited with eager anticipation when they would show it on TV. I loved Broadway shows.

At 13, I fell for my tennis coach. He was 23, 6'3", so handsome...and he looked so great in his tennis shorts.

When I was around 12 my parents took me to see Hello Dolly with Carol Channing the big finale where she decends the staircase dressed in red and the entire cast sings Hello Dolly blew me away. I still remember it today.

Very good, R16!

While still in elementary school, I raided my mother's closet and for Halloween was Phyllis Diller.

Hey R167 - I would ask what crawled up your ass and died but it’s obvious that nothing has been up your ass for a very long time.

Try being less of a needless cunt - you may actually be happier. If not, at least the rest of us will be.

R178, You can post something like that after literally passing the homepage where it says “pointless bitchery,” and clicking “Join the bitchfest” to come in?

Are you new?

There’s a difference between a “pointless bitchfest” which implies humor and wit and is therefore enjoyable - and just being the turd in the punch bowl during a thread that has lots of people telling fun, relatable stories about their lusty babygaydom.

Eh. tomato / tumahto

R172: Get off this thread bigot.

When I presented hole in kindergarten.

[quote]When I presented hole in kindergarten.

You go, gurl! I'm sure the rest of the class did something boring for Show and Tell.

I just remember, my maternal grandfather had books about art and I remember visiting their house, passing through and coming across this picture, at about age 11 or so and just being mesmerized by it. The bare butt obviously, but the whole picture, a tasteful naked boy, just captured my imagination and steered something in me. I just wanted to stare at this scene. The cat in the painting is just an extra bonus, because I love cats.

At the ripe age of 5 or 6 I asked for a Barbie Motorhome for Christmas and Santa brought it to me. I like playing Barbies with neighbor girls and had a young boy fascination with RVs and campers that has lasted until today. Thankfully my parents didn't take me to have my dick cut off.

I had a deep crush on Mr. Clean

[quote]At the ripe age of 5 or 6 I asked for a Barbie Motorhome for Christmas and Santa brought it to me.

That was really more of a sign of your "White Trash" future.

When I was 6, my friend next door said she wanted to play a game. She would go into the closet, I would count to 10, open the door, and she would have her pants down. After the game was over, I asked her if she knew any boys who like to play this game.

Plus, my favorite show was Charlie's Angels, favorite superheroes were Wonder Woman and Batgirl, and for reasons I couldn't understand, really loved the episode of Dukes of Hazzard where Bo and Luke were running around naked.

I pretended to run a Christmas Hotel for cartoon and comic strip characters. I would take phone reservations from Wilma Flintstone and the Family Circus mom. Book all the rooms then plan seating charts for dinner and plan events.

R190 — Are you sure you're not Stewie Griffin? I can just see him doing that.

When I was 12, all the other boys were out playing football, baseball. I was growing african violets by my bedroom window.

I had to have a pair of hiking boots because I thought Laura Dern's in Jurassic Park were fabulous.

When I couldn’t stop staring at the men’s underwear section of the JC Penney catalog.

For R189 enjoy.

I am shocked, SHOCKED, that Sam Jones as Flash Gordon hasn't been mentioned yet.

Nobody has mentioned the art of quilling yet.

I kept trying to kiss my best male friend as a child. Also, a lot of dry humping through wrestling.

R197 sorry that was meant for the 60s and 70s craft thread, but t in fact works here to. Other boys were out playing baseball and football and I was inside with my quilling needle making art.

When other boys were reading comic books I was reading the theater grosses in Variety. No No Nanette SRO 98K.

John Schneider’s pants are visible in the supposed nude scene.

One Christmas my sister received the "Charlie's Angels" Beauty Hair Care Set as a gift. I was green with envy! I wanted one of my own. I used to sneak into her room and play with it whenever she wasn't home.

You are all obviously trans.

R203, Are boys who are musically super talented and not at all into playing physical sports also trans? Would 100% of all girls who enjoyed field hockey trans?

R203, Plenty of very straight men are metro-sexual (like my BF who taught himself to play the piano, and has always had an excellent sense of style for his model type body.)

April was my favorite Ninja Turtle. I LOVED Paige Turco in the second and third movies but was SO over Judith Hoag in the first.

R204 I think r203 was being facetious by implying that these days all these posters would be considered trans. Which is bullshit of course. Not one of these posters has said they identified as the opposite gender which of course is necessary in order to be considered trans rather than gay.

R203, REAL trans tape down their growing breasts if they're girls, and try to hide or hurt their genitals if they're boys. They view their sexual equipment as a hindrance, a defect, like a too long fingernail that needs to be cut off so that they can function properly.

If only penises and teeth just kept growing like fingernails.

Having a penis is a privilege. Vaginas require too much maintenance. I've never had to see a specialist for penis odor.

Well then you haven’t seen enough penises r209.

I fell in love with Tammy Grimes in "The Unsinkable Molly Brown" in 1961 when I was 14. I started talking like her and sticking out my chin and singing "I Ain't Down Yet". Imagined I had red, teased hair too. Did 7th grade book reports on "Around the World with Auntie Mame" by Patrick Dennis and "Cindy and I" by Joey Adams--yes! that Cindy Adams. Had my great aunt Ethel read to me (I was very lazy) Mae West's autobiography "Goodness Had Nothing To Do With It". She was embarrassed reading the chapter entitled "Sex, More Sex and the Cooler".

I loved playing with my cousin’s fashion plates and looking at her magazines, like Bop, that had pictures of teenage heart throbs of the day.

I wore the bed comforter to play Gone with the Wind.

When I was 10 my parents sent me and my brother into the mens changing room at to local pool to put on our bathing suits. I was blown away at the sight of all the naked men I wanted to stay and see everyone but my parents were waiting outside and I had to leave. That vision has stayed with me.

When I grew up, I wanted to be Barbra Streisand.

Clue #1 : I announced, at age 7, that I was going to marry my best (male) friend.

Clue #2 : I was obsessed with dark-haired, hairy chested men, mustaches preferred, plz.

Clue #3 : I was obsessed with this V V V V

When I would stay at my friends houses I always used to sneak into their mother's bedroom/ensuite and try all their expensive skin care. I can still remember sliding back the mirrored bathroom cabinet and seeing a full range of Estee Lauder's Swiss Age Controlling Skincare. I was thrilled out of my mind! She even had the Eyezone Repair Gel!

Just in case you're wondering, I use Olay now and whatever else is on sale. Lauder stuff no longer seems special to me.

What did you do, R217, if you peeked and only found Maybelline?

I saw LAWRENCE OF ARABIA and demanded my parents make me a keffiyeh, the Arabian headdress Peter O'Toole wore in the movie. I remember wearing it and running around the long-gone S. Klein's department store parking lot in Woodbridge, NJ, reenacting the scene where he admires himself in the reflection of his dagger.

I wanted to douche really bad.

When I was growing up I performed Mame more times in the family living room than The Fantasticks ever played off Broadway. This was before Cats. I was the epitome of chic coquettishness and brazen exuberance combined and unlike Lucy I had youth.

R220 = Cheryl

Somewhere along the way she lost all desire to douche

These all sound like, "A Transgender Childhood In Flyoverland".

So the T would have you think, r223. As for me, I was just gay.

When I was about 8 years old my mother had my brother and I do needlepoint. It certainly didn't go against my grain to do that. I enjoyed it. My grandmother however did not think it was appropriate for boys do do needlepoint.

I loved the Barbie isle in Toys R Us.

Hello Dolly? Jesus Christ a lot of you old bitches are older than dirt!

I concur r227. but you know we will be there one day too (time goes so fast).

If you're lucky, R227, you will also be older than dirt one day.

Don't think of us as old. Think of us as extremely lucky.

I'm still not sure if I think getting old is lucky. If I'm old in age but still feel energetic and healthy, then I'll consider myself lucky.

McCain's mother is still alive and she's 105 years old. That's older than that LIZARD -Mick Jagger!

She's older than that TURTLE - Mitch McConnell!

I'm old. It doesn't make me feel lucky. My health is not good.

R233-What issues do you have?

I drank water out of my mom's douche bag hanging in the bathtub. I used the nozzle like a straw.

R223, At 5, my previous hairdresser told his mother he could roll her hair better than she could. The same with pin curls. She gave him the job after he proved he was right.

DL previous posters, Were any of your parents, family members, or their close friends very creative and/or artistic? You sure must have grown up in super liberal households for them to allow you to express yourself as you chose. Recall boys who preferred to play the piano instead of playing outdoor, physical sports got really picked on, sadly.

I was not picked on. Later in life, I had it explained to me by one of the kids I grew up with that I was one of two kids in the neighborhood who were considered "special," because we were the smartest kids on the block.

R10 wins the thread.

"Were any of your parents, family members, or their close friends very creative and/or artistic? You sure must have grown up in super liberal households for them to allow you to express yourself as you chose?"

Not in the least. In fact, quite the opposite. My parents were fearful, Roman Catholic, Central European immigrants with an us-against-them ghetto mentality once they settled in the US. Culture (via my artistic sensibility) was a buffer and their way of keeping-up-with the-joneses. If I didn't acquit myself in their eyes, it reflected badly on THEM, which I deeply resented. But I managed to forge my own path despite them.

A lot of the people in this thread were more feminine as children than any girl I know. I don't know too many girls who loved wearing dresses or obsessed over hair care sets. Some of you do sound like you could pass as trans.

And this thread is now done. When the anti-trans bigots show up to make shit up like the retard above, the thread is finished.

Growing up in the boondocks in the 60s and 70s, but still managing to become obsessed with movie magazines, Judy, Barbra, Cher, Liza, Bette, Miss Ross, all the usual suspects.

Because calling transwomen feminine is bigoted?

R241 The trans troll is looking for .like minded individuals, he/she is definitely trans.

R241, you are so funny. R240 sounds like a pro-trans bigot.

This was so much easier a few years ago, when everyone understood that "trans troll" referred to people who are pro-trans.

Isnt it WEHT?

I find Ondine more interesting personally...

[quote]Isnt it WEHT?

Not here.

I guess I don't get what is so hard to understand. Trans people feel like they are in the wrong body. I've read stories where many are repulsed by the genitalia they were born with and want it gone. There is nothing trans about any of these stories. I liked playing with girls, but I didn't want to be one. Liking Woman Woman and Batgirl and playing with dolls are kitschy fun memories to discuss on a message board, but you eventually grew out of all of that stuff. And as puberty set in, you begin to realize just how much fun it is to be a boy.

I didn't need clues. I knew before I even understood what the difference was between boys and girls.

Had a thing for men's feet. I was 4 and used to follow footprints in the sand on the beach, with a warm feeling in my belly. If it turned out that the footprints had been made by a woman, I would go stone cold and jump out of them. Didn't know what it was all about back then, but definitely not learned behaviour.

[quote]Isn't it WEHT?

[quote]Not here.

Here we twist it into "What Hever Eappened To...?"

What The Hell Ever Happened To ...?

What the Hell Ever happened To ...?

WHET?

It makes no sense, but it's what DL insists on.

We need a DL dictionary for newbies

Porn is Pron

WEHT is WHET

Etc, etc, etc

Sorry for derailing this was meant for the WHET Viva thread.

But thank you for clarifying the acronym issue for me!

Shorter R241: shut up faggot and cut your dick off

Liking boys makes you a girl.

[quote]Having a penis is a privilege. Vaginas require too much maintenance. I've never had to see a specialist for penis odor.

Should I consider transitioning?

By age ten, or eleven I had an unusual appreciation for The Merv Griffin Show.

Like the others, I liked playing girl games, but this was possibly due to the fact that my sister and I were isolated expat kids in rural Africa up till the age of about 8. We attended a local convent school and we would both dress up like nuns by putting towels on our heads for wimples, which made my dad mad since he was very anti-religion, but he never actually tried to stop me or interest me in more manly stuff. I never developed an interest in sports or other boy games even after we returned to America, but I definately never wanted to be female. If anything, the female body repulsed me from the very start. I can’t imagine transitioning simply because of one stage in my life which I quickly outgrew and never looked back upon except as an internal cringe.

R257: You should consider a feminine hygiene spray. In your case, an industrial strength one. The hole in the ozone layer will be worth it not to have to smell your hole.

When the other little boys were outside playing football we were in our room listening to show tunes and Judy Garland records.

R261, give me a frame of reference. What is your age?

So what that tranny that said "a lot of gay men are only gay as a consolation price for not being women". And that constant hate of women and the obsessive talk of them. Well, i am a masculine straight(ish) guy and am putting all of this together. For you women at here, do not get angry at many of these envious gay men because they hate what you are and have "womb envy". Seriously. Also, not all gay men are effeminate but a lot are of a varying degree. Not all straight men hate women like not all gay men hate women but they have different reasons. The former could be that they feel that their power is being reduced and the latter because of envy. Just stating an opinion and this is not necessarily a fact

As a child we believed that homosexuals were that way because they were too ugly to get a fish. Then we saw that it was just the opposite, that many were so hot that they did not want a fish!

In middle school I was collecting Partridge Family records... in the year 2000. My sixth grade girlfriend's mother, who was a teacher at our school gave me a few of hers, orignal promotional shopping bag included. I was very non threatening.

I remember little kids (kids even younger than I was and I was young) asking me if I was a girl. I looked nothing like a girl but I guess I was such a sissy that that was the only way they could express their puzzlement. Man, that one always stung a bit.

When I was 7 a waitress in a restaurant referred to me as a she. I made her work extra hard by asking her to bring me shit. No tip!

When we were 11 fish would call us nelly. That is why we hate fish to this day!

R265 “I Think I Love You”

Well I didn't have the classic signs of being a gay kid. Not of course unless playing with a neighbor qualifies. The basement had become essentially my lair.

R263, wrong thread?

(R271) no, but it is related to it. Moreover, a study in the 80's followed a couple of children until adulthood amd they found: 90% of the gay boys were gender non-conforming as children while 90% of straight boys were. So i guess the gay men have to look for those 10% of gay men who were born masculine. This is why you see some gay men here commenting that they never experienced any "girly" events as children. Similiar non-conforming gender behaviors with lesbians but i did not bother to search much for them because they are not interesting and not something i can get a chance with if you understand. Anyways, i have nothinf bad against effeminate gays and thing they are something i can and will want to know as i explore this new sexuality in have in my mid 20's. Please take no offense to this and sorry if it hurt.

Thanks R195 I was also intrigued by Gregory Harrison stepping out of the shower in the credits of "Trapper John" and when Hawkeye and BJ would be showering next to each other on M*A*S*H.

I don't know, Barbie dolls are as big as ever and girls are as much into princesses as they ever were, meeting Mr Right is still a thing and having a pretty dress for occasions and a fabulous wedding are a thing. Where is the person above speaking from that they claim this is a gay boy thing? Women use attractiveness and sex as power like always and the #metoo movement will shortly become irrelevant. You can't change human nature. Sex and money are the only things that matter in life. Until you lose your health. Well for most people.

R274 Jordan Peterson is that you?

I had to look him up. No I'm not. You'd really have to be dim not to realize this is how it is. I mean if you are an idiot righteous agenda driven millennial you need to mature and be like oh now I get it.

I liked to piss sitting down on the toilet.

There were several more before this, but I remember being in my best friend's family room watching MTV and acting out a flawless impersonation of Madonna in the Material Girl video in front of the television, and my best friend telling me to stop it because "my mother might walk in, and she already doesn't like you." The implication being, of course, that she thought I was a little fag. I was highly insulted, but chose not to say- Are you kidding? Everyone is school thinks YOU'RE gay!!! (Which they did. I flew under the radar in school until my senior year because I was very shy.)

^^^ So was he?

[quote]I liked to piss sitting down on the toilet.

I like to do this as an adult. So much neater, and my bladder empties more completely. It occurred to me to start doing it when I quit drinking.

Had the same male babysitter for 4years. My dad was a big work out guy and we had a lot of gym equipment in the basement. He would come over and workout. I was 10 he was 14. I would sit in the basement and watch him work out in gym shorts and shirtless. I used to pray for my parents to go out so I could see him.

Did he ever let you...spot him, r281?

Did any of you posting the lovely stories here ever just start wearing girl clothes?

Like your parents acknowledging and going along with your choice?

I’m terrified that my 4 year old nephew is going down that path. Don’t hate, but I know if that’s the case my brothers’ family life will be turned upside down.

[quote]I’m terrified that my 4 year old nephew is going down that path.

Four year olds have no idea of the difference in gendered clothes. If it’s got a cartoon character on it that they like, they want it. Doesn’t matter if the character is on a dress, a girl’s top or a boy’s pajama set. They only see the cartoon.

my brother's friends used me as a cmmm dump,,,everyday after school.:)

r285 same here

I wanted the Easy Bake Oven a girl down the street had gotten for a present.

Another sign was my attraction to my Adventure People Scuba man who I named Christopher after actor Christoper George who I thought it looked like.

When told to go out to play, I'd go to the school yard, and when not sitting on the swings, would take note of all the guys' hairy armpits as they played basketball and paddle ball.

I usually had my girl friends than boys (didn't like sports that much), and when we didn't have toys, taught some boys how to play charades.

had "more" girl

Half of you belong in a thread called, what were some clues that you might be a cross dresser.

So many gay men want to be female. It’s pathetic.

When I was five, I wrote to the Louvre requesting that they glue some arms on the Venus de Milo. I thought it was sloppy of them to let her be out in public looking like that.

When I was a little older, I wrote to the Queen to ask for an autograph but received a letter back from one of her ladies-in-waiting informing me that One didn't give autographs. She was nice about it, though, and I was happy enough to have something "royal."

This is why the Trans movement is gaining traction. Gay people want to be the opposite sex

I grew out of it, r295. You'll recall the headline started "When you were a child."

Fuck off flamer!

We would give permanents to our sister's barbie dolls and then the hair would fall out.

Our sister was the first fish we hated!

I would stare at naked men in the locker room after swim lessons at the Y.

R299 was it fun to stay at the YMCA?

We were 'getting busy' in the T rooms in the upstairs part of the Y when we were 13!

I burst into tears when Catwoman fell into that chasm in that cave when watching the Batman TV reruns in the seventies.

I would sneak into our family driver's room and sniff his used underwear.

R295 ever wonder why 4% of the whole thai population is trans?

R296 i doubt you much did. I just do not believe that you can just switch like that. Just like i cannot become fem since i never had those traits. My role models were and are still men. Maybe that has to do with me not being a gay man ( i am a straight(ish) guy), whom most have transgender like behaviour. What i do believe is that many gay boys get out of that phase on wanting to be a girl while some do not amd take it further. Not saying that all gay boys are or were girly but that 80's study that showed that 90% of all the gay men showed "gender non-conforming" is something. Like i have said in my previous posts: "Nothing wrong with being a fem gay boy". Fakeness is a ugly trait for sure; I hope more of those fem gay guys can be treated better by society and be welcomed more easily.

[quote]Maybe that has to do with me not being a gay man ( i am a straight(ish) guy), whom most have transgender like behaviour.

Oh, dear!

[quote]that 80's study

Oh, DEAR!

[quote]Fakeness is a ugly trait for sure

Oh, DEAR, DEAR!!

(R306) Ok. LOL you cannot beat the effeminate gay boy humor. I very much enjoy your stuff. Keep it up

Hugs r307.

When I was 6 or so, I thought I sang ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’ so much better than Judy that the director would have me do that song in the movie when they made it every year. I thought they had to remake it every year before they showed it in TV.

I was always domesticity-inclined and when I was 9 or so, my grandmother was letting me ice a chocolate cake she’d just baked and, while I was engrossed in what I was doing, she looked at me and said, “One day son, you’ll grow up and make some man an excellent wife.” She knew what was in store.

(R308) no problem, love.

[quote]I thought they had to remake it every year before they showed it in TV.

Isn’t it amazing what we thought as kids? We had a thread on this type of thing recently.

I sucked every boys cock that I could.

[quote] ^^^ So was he?

I don't know. I obviously knew from that it was nothing I could ever discuss with him and we lost touch after high school. But he was obsessed with nighttime soaps, hated sports, had a very effeminate voice and manner, didn't date, and was very pop culture savvy. And even more than that, I just knew.

In hindsight I realized his mother must have been concerned about his own effeminacy and was not thrilled he was friends with me as opposed to some douchebro football player. I'm sure she told herself that if only her sone didn't hang around with me, he'd be more masculine. And I was always considered a bad influence among the other parents because of my family. They were very loose and permissive with me and treated me like an adult (I'm an only child). After a certain (fairly young) age I had no structured bedtime, I was allowed to see R rated movies (my mom used to buy tickets for all of us to the R rated movie and leave us there, until someone's mom found out and ruined it for all my friends). In short, I was allowed to come and go as I pleased because my parents knew I was mature enough to handle it and I wouldn't abuse the privilege which I rarely did.

I remember once coming home very very late on a Friday night when I was 16 and my mother going apeshit on me. And I very calmly told her- you're a little too late to start playing mother with me! Now if THAT wasn't a sign I was gay, I don't know what was!

Two song stories - one from me and one from my brother who was also gay, but no longer here to post.

In 1972 my favorite song as a 7 year old was I am Woman, by Helen Reddy, which I would walk around the house belting, “I am woman, hear my roar in numbers to big to ignore.” I remember being overwhelmed when she won the Grammy award for best female pop vocalist the next year and that being one of my first exposure to award shows, which became a big part of my young gay life. My father was not happy.

My brother was five years older, and throughout the 1970s would tell anyone he could that he sung Somewhere Over the Rainbow so beautifully that he was asked to sing it at Judy Garlands funeral when he was nine. There must have been a follow up story to how my patents didn’t let him, but I don’t remember that part.

And finally, much younger, we both got toy razors for Christmas and we both pretended to shave our legs and not our faces.

I loved Cher... (very original, I know...)

All of them.

Kept inserting the weeble wobbles

"Mo longer here to post." Awww, r314.

I'm wondering if the desire to imitate beautiful young women had anything to do with the fact that subconsciously you already knew you would one day compete with them for masculine men. Or was it that in that era women were encouraged to be much more sexual and were far often center stage while most men were generally taking a back seat.

I’d always be peach in Mario Kart.

The mentality of true trans is very different then gaylings imitating the best traits of women in the media. None of the previous posters talked about taping up their penises under their skirts, insisting on wearing girly, frilly, lacy panties, going to sleep with taped on pads for breasts.

There are adult straight, bi, and gay cross dressers who love their dicks. Do those who go to adult parties dressed as cartoon animals or real ones actually want to still have that identity 24/7? Extremely few outside of playtime.

I used to choreograph dance moves for me and my siblings to perform at home.

Oh and mime to Hey Big Spender while prancing around the living room.

I used to direct plays on our side porch. I cast the kids in the neighborhood. I used my Classics Illustrated comic books as scripts. I was somewhere between 5 and 10 years old.

I loved the poster on another Thread who told about, as a gayling, doing an exact imitation of the Lucille Ball dancing puppet in the opening credits to the "Here's Lucy" show...

And later, he precisely imitated all of Doris's moves, including her high fashion show poses, during the opening credits of "The Doris Day Show".

He said his mother went to bed in tears on that particular Monday night.

[quote]anything to do with the fact that subconsciously you already knew you would one day compete with them for masculine men

Playing for different teams. Competing for different players.

Just found r322 and his friends.

[quote]I remember being overwhelmed when she won the Grammy award

[quote]I remember once coming home very very late on a Friday night when I was 16 and my mother going apeshit on me. And I very calmly told her- you're a little too late to start playing mother with me! Now if THAT wasn't a sign I was gay, I don't know what was!

That was very Diana Fairgate of you. LOL

I'd hid my cock between my legs and pose as a woman in front of the mirror - something I imagine every gay & straight child for that matter has done.

Not me, r330.

I can remember as a little boy thinking that hairy men were kind of gross - my dad was pretty smooth so that was what I was used to seeing.

Then around 6th grade hairy guys sudddnly became very intriguing. Hmmmmmm...

[quote]I can remember as a little boy thinking that hairy men were kind of gross - my dad was pretty smooth so that was what I was used to seeing.

Same here, except my father wore a hair suit when naked. I used to get so depressed as a child, worrying that that was what was going to happen to my body. And then it didn't. YAAAAAAY! Oddly, it never became a deal breaker with other men. I prefer smooth, but if you've got a pretty face, I'm in, regardless of your hirsuteness factor. Kind of like circumcision: I prefer cut, but a foreskin isn't something I'll throw you out of bed for.

[quote]Same here, except my father wore a hair suit when naked.

He what?!

[quote] That was very Diana Fairgate of you. LOL

That's hilarious! And I was a huge Knots Landing fan at the time (as well as Dynasty), so I'm sure they rubbed off on me.

Oh, that reminded me of another incident. My friend and I in the 9th grade decided for picture day we were going to give our best Alexis Carrington and Dominique Devereaux smoldering looks to the camera. (I was Alexis, he was Dominique.) We were at an all boys Catholic school. I still have that yearbook and every now and then I'll trot it out and the photos will make me laugh. We just look constipated.

"Hair suit," R334. It's another way to spell "hirsute." Look it up.

But you tried to overcome your Catholic school training. And that's what counts, R335.

I put a detour sign outside my house while a men’s cycling event was going by. I wanted all of them! I was 12 and fit to be tied!

I sucked men’s feet while I got off

[quote]So what that tranny that said "a lot of gay men are only gay as a consolation price for not being women". And that constant hate of women and the obsessive talk of them. Well, i am a masculine straight(ish) guy and am putting all of this together. For you women at here, do not get angry at many of these envious gay men because they hate what you are and have "womb envy". Seriously. Also, not all gay men are effeminate but a lot are of a varying degree. Not all straight men hate women like not all gay men hate women but they have different reasons. The former could be that they feel that their power is being reduced and the latter because of envy. Just stating an opinion and this is not necessarily a fact

Wow, you hate gay men. You have absolutely nothing nice to say to them.

[quote]The former could be that they feel that their power is being reduced

It's actually because they consider women to be their possession and were raised to be assholes with no real ability to self reflect.

[quote]Wow, you hate gay men.

And the English language.

I always thought Whoopi Goldberg stole that routine about putting a towel on her head and pretending that it was her beautiful blonde hair from me.

[quote] Anthony Recker

What does this mean?

R343, you haven't received your gay card yet, I see.

[quote] you haven't received your gay card yet, I see.

I know who Recker is what I don’t get is how attraction to him as a kid could occur given the average ages of the posters here. He was an active player from 2006 to 2018 and only made it to the majors in 2011. So a poster here would have to have be quite young to have Recker as an imprinting model and for possibly a very short time frame when he became known to the wider public.

When our parents went out for the evening we would put on our mother's clothes and high heels.

At other times we would dress as a nun!!

Stinkfish

Reading Nancy Drew as well as Hardy Boys.

I tried to go out as a femme fatale for Halloween one year when I was about 11 and I put on one of my mother's faux Chanel outfits -- from the pearls to the pumps. When I got halfway down the street it hit me just how ridiculous I looked and I remember kind of seizing up and running home as fast as my kitten heels would carry me. Plus, I forgot to bring one of her handbag for the candy.

r345 may not have "received (his) gay card," but r344 seems to lack a smart card. Or he is only 16 years old.

Our parents went out of town for a few days. It was the first time they had left my teenage brother and I alone. My brother had a few buddies around and they sat out the back with a few bottles of cheap wine someone managed to steal and drank until they threw up. By comparison, I decided it would be the ideal time to makeover the dining room. I rearranged the furniture, bought flowers and placed them in vases strategically, used some good sheets to make a tablecloth and redrape the windows.

I was so excited to see my mothers reaction. She just looked disappointed and I remember her just staring at me for what seemed like and eternity.

So your decorating skills sucked even back then, R351?

I told my parents I wanted to marry Gil Gerard (Buck Rogers), I was 7. That same year, I performed a lip-synch concert for my parents and some of their neighborhood friends, of Olivia Newton-John’s Totally Hot album, in its entirety. There was even an intermission as I turned the record over.

R383 and I are twins!

I would do, "The Strip", from "Gypsy".

Well, there's the scalping of every Barbie I had, playing football and beating up boys with my female friend (who, it turns out, is pure lesbian) playing trucks with my brother.

I knew I was not "normal" if you will when all the high school girls wanted to be Madonna and I daydreamed about being Simon LeBon or Jimmy Somerville (yes, Jimmy Somerville.)

But then I'm just a freak. How many females are males in their imagination (like I said, when I imagine myself, I see a muscular dude), identify most with gay men, identify least with straight females but get along well with butch lesbians?

Now you know my deepest, darkest secret.

Somehow I just knew...

When Kim Carnes had a #1 hit with "Bette Davis Eyes" in 1981 and the video was being played all the time on TV, I put on a lavish performance/lip synch to the song in front of the neighborhood kids. I wore a velour blazer and had one leather glove on my hand with my Ray-ban sunglasses. I was really convincing as Kim Carnes! I had the slap down too. I was 9 years old. Quite confused.

[quote]R383 and I are twins!

Great. When he (eventually) shows up, we'll ask him all about you.

I always knew who Ann Miller was. Always.

I was the only 7-year-old boy in class who cared:

-Eva Gabor made a [italic]Green Acres[/italic] reunion and a [italic]Rescuers[/italic] sequel in the same year.

-Thanks To OG Nick at Nite (pre-Viacom/Paramount merger), I recognized [italic]Saved by the Bell[/italic], the show NBC threw [italic]Gummi Bears[/italic] on the sword for, as a pallid, stupid, unfunny, and sanctimonious ripoff of [italic]Dobie Gillis[/italic].

Plenty but my favorite….When I was 10 my favorite Lipstick Lesbian cousin died suddenly and my parents had to clean out her house, taking what the wanted and sending the rest to charity. This included all her clothes, shoes, etc which were stored in MY bedroom closet till they could be donated. Wrong decision Mom and Dad….the walked into my bedroom soon after and…..fill in the blanks….still LOL remembering their faces….Also, I was obsessed with JUDY and played all her albums night and day in my bedroom, but most obsessed with Get Happy for some reason. Halloween 1971 with Dad's tux jacket, Mom's heels and a thrift shop black fedora…….yeah…..

R358 has style and class!

At age 12 we were plucking our eyebrows, sometimes wearing Maybelline eyelash mascara and had a compact for face powder!

But does he still have Greta Garbo's stand up size?

[quote] I always knew who Ann Miller was. Always.

Summer of 1969, at age 12 I was away at summer camp. Everybody was swimming, but I had forgotten a towel or suntan lotion or something and went back up the hill to the boys' cabins to get it. I was walking back down the hill as another boy was walking up. He said to me 'Did you hear? Judy Garland died?'

He must've mistaken my stunned silence for ignorance, because he continued 'Judy Garland? You know, THE WIZARD OF OZ?' And as clear as if it had happened yesterday I remember putting my hand on my hip and hissing 'I KNOW who Judy Garland is!'

[quote]He was an active player from 2006 to 2018 and only made it to the majors in 2011. So a poster here would have to have be quite young to have Recker as an imprinting model and for possibly a very short time frame when he became known to the wider public.

Someone who was 10-11 in 2011 could be 18-19 now. The math works

R351, I can totally relate. I thought it was perfectly normal for an 8 year old to constantly rearrange the furniture. My parents finally gave up and let me do it. Got a degree in architecture, then moved into corporate interiors. My mother later claimed credit for "encouraging" my creative side.

My lips were a sweet surprise.

I dressed up as Paul Lynde for Halloween one year

I hated sports, and asked for an Easy-Bake Oven for my fourth birthday. My dad was appalled, and it drove something of a permanent wedge between us, one which only grew as the years went by. Both of my parents said 'hell no' to the birthday request, but my mom's reasoning was that, rather than cooking with that piece-of-shit toy, as she called it, it would be better if I learned to cook for real. So she started teaching me how. (That too just killed my dad.)

I’d beg adult men to take off their shoes and socks so I could get off looking at their feet!

Whenever our parents would take us along to visit their friends we would ask what kind of vacuum cleaner they had and ask to see it!

Stinkfish

I made a “purse” out of a styrofoam cup and some yarn and walked around the block carrying it! I was in first grade. I didn’t “notice” other boys until we moved to the country the next year and had sleepovers with other boys in the area. We would make pallets and watch movies and lay together on Saturday night and one night my friend Joe asked me to “taste” his weeny and I said I would if he would!! The rest is history.

R248 Would you defend other forms of body dysmorphia with the same fervor? Should kids and adults who for example feel "disconnected" to one of their legs (BIID) be encouraged to cut it off?

And clearly you've been watching too many Discovery documentaries if you still believe in the whole "my kid will LITERALLY castrate her(him)self if I don't do it first!" narrative. If you take a look at the most popular Facebook group for parents of "trans kids" you'll see the ones who are obsessed with genitals are actually the twisted parents and frankendoctors, not the kids.

I was mesmerized by the sight of hot men in shorts manspreading, subtly checking to see what was under there without being caught.

I would love to sit in grown men’s laps( everyone one of my fathers or mothers male friends and uncles) and I liked it ALOT when i could feel their stuff on my bum:/

When I was 9 or 10, I discovered a great new trick when getting my hair cut at the barber's. I simply rested my arms alongside the armrests of the barber chair, and when the barber moved in to get closer, I wouldn't move as he brushed his crotch against my arm. Most of the barbers simply backed up slightly at that point, but there was this one young, really nice-looking guy who wouldn't. He'd just stand there pressing his dick against my arm, and would even slightly move sideways, so I could feel the whole thing. I'm sure he knew exactly what I was up to, but he never called me on it. I also don't think he was any kind of pedo, he was just humoring me. We never, ever talked about it. I still occasionally will think about that when I jack off, even though it happened over 30 years ago.

I was 10 and cried when my parents wouldn’t let me watch Madonna’s Blonde Ambition Tour when it aired on HBO in the summer of 1990. Eventually they relented, but with the caveat that I was not allowed to watch the notorious performance of “Like a Virgin”.

All the kids calling me "Sissy!" was a huge clue!

My oldest sister is 12 years older than I. She’s attractive and used to bring home boyfriends and I behaved as though they were there for me. I liked how handsome, nice, and willing they were to interact with me. Looking back, I understand now that they didn’t have much choice if they wanted to stay on my sister’s good side, and some if not most must have thought it was quite a chore to have to entertain the young boy who seemed fascinated with them.

In short, my first crushes were a series of young men from high school and college my sister brought home.

R379 I was a very brazen 4-6 year old, I’d touch any guy guy( I thought was hot) in the junk or ass. Most guys would squirm away asap but there were a few that didn’t seem to mind lol Then my mother finally put a stop to it.

When I was a newborn baby and squealed with delight when the handsome doctor slapped my bare ass.

F&F the cretin at R305

When we were 7 and the cute boy next door was 12 we would sometimes wrestle on his front lawn. He would always pin us down in conquest and we still recall those 'special feelings' we experienced at those moments. That was when we knew for sure that we liked boys and hated fish!

I played with barbie

I put glitter on my shirt

I sucked at sports

I was very neat

I was very sweet and shy and touchy feely

I sucked at sports

My ability to coordinate teals and aquas.

I ruuled at sports especially basketball and soccer.

[quote]My oldest sister is 12 years older than I.

Oh, dear!

My cousin and I are the same age I grew up in the burbs he grew up in Greenwich Village. Occasionally my parents would drive into the city to visit them, when I was about 12 my cousin and I would wander around the Village while our parents spent time together. It was the period when the clone look was in. I loved seeing all the men in their tight jeans with no underwear and their cotton flannel plaids with the top 3 or 4 buttons open to show off their hairy chests. I wanted to go home with a few of them.

Actually, no, r390.

[quote]She’s older than me / I. While most of us say, “She’s older than me,” it’s wrong. What’s missing is the verb at the end of the sentence, and even if we neither write nor say this verb, it governs the choice of the pronoun.

I saw Ann "Sugar Babies" Miller in Follies.

r392 is correct and we would also like to point out another very annoying common error: "Give the customer whatever they want" is incorrect. A plural pronoun does not refer to a singular noun except in the moronic world of PC. The correct form is "Give the customer whatever he wants"

[quote]The correct form is "Give the customer whatever he wants"

Except in Chicago, r394 (and, by association, Seattle).

Alas, Erna, you are, as usual, quite incorrect. "Give the customer whatever they want" is, in fact, correct usage.

Better to be thought a fool than to continue to post here and prove it.

Recognizing the unfair and arbitrary nature of saying some colors, toys, hobbies, books, movies, and TV shows are just for boys or just for girls when a female friend of mine said “I thought boys hated Barbie dolls.”

“So? Girls play with cars and trucks all the time,” is what I wish I had said.

[quote]“I thought boys hated Barbie dolls.”

I did. I hated all dolls. They smelled. And looked dirty.

Most of the girls I was friends with were tomboys or out-and-out lesbians anyway.

R227: MARY!

Someone please start a thread on “What we thought as kids”.

R381 - Same here, but the word they used was “faggot.”

when my family would go to the beach every summer, I would hang around an extra long time in a public shower/changing room and loved getting naked around other males even at 11 years old. As I got older, I’d jack off in the shower stalls and once caught a man staring. I still use that occasionally to masturbate!

I completely forgot this year.

The highlight of the end of the year/Holiday season, was watching them change the number of the year on Match Game. Luckily, it usually happened while we were still on Christmas Break.

I remember being so nervous around my coach in 6th grade.....he was a masculine, muscled ex-athlete with a great smile. Every time he would touch me (to correct an exercise routine) I would get HOT!

I had a huge crush on my middle school science teacher and would get hot whenever he talked to me. *sigh* I was crushed he announced his wife was pregnant.

I had a boyfriend by the time I was 10. I was like a child predator, except for the fact that I was a child also. Always after other guys my age. The BF and I would do it anywhere Sometimes we'd swim out to my dad's little sailboat and lay naked next to each other on the deck. Other boats would be motoring by and I can only imagine what they thought of us. Probably nothing since we were so young. I didn't know about "real" sex but I loved lying on him and humping him. One day while we were doing this he suggested I put my dick in his ass. I was horrified. He was embarrassed. I just couldn't see any way this could be a sexual thing. Ha! He went on to like women (exclusively, I think) and still lives nearby with his wife and grown kids.

I blame my parents for giving me this.

r390 r392 Shouldn't it be "eldest sister" rather than "oldest?"

Yes, r409, "eld..." is correct. It has just never sounded as authentic as "old...", kind of like "Hello, it's me" sounds better than "Hello, it is I," even though the latter is correct.

This thread took an ugly turn...

So many stories

And then the Grammar Nazi storm troopers marched in

I hated sport (and still do) but I think that was more down to me being shy and bookish than anything to do with my sexuality. I knew I was gay before I knew what gay meant, if that makes sense? I always wanted to be with boys. I was fascinated by cowboys and soldiers and policemen.

In my teens I also loved Kenneth Williams, John Waters, the B-52's and a whole lot more that is associated with camp, but I never equated it with my wanting to have sex with men. I suppose I always felt like a misfit or outsider, but I was never interested in playing with dolls (Action Man aside of course) or wearing dresses or anything like that.

We continued sucking our thumb until we were 12.

In first grade, my heart skipped when I first saw our ex-military gym teacher. I thought he was gorgeous, Greek God face, flat top haircut, nipples poking though his white tee-shirt. At our first gym class he showed us how to put our clothes in a locker, by demonstrating. First the shoes and socks, then he took off his tee-shirt. A triangle of hair on his chest, tight-as-a-drum areolas, a treasure trail. He was wearing boxers when he took off his pants. Can you imagine a teacher dropping his boxers in this day and age? It was a different time. He dropped the boxers. I never saw pubic hair before, and there was a lot of it, much different than his flat top. Yes, there was a cock and balls, too. But I was fascinated with his bush. Then he showed the correct way to wear a jockstrap. I still recall it. I am a bush-lover now, such an impact. He married our first grade teacher during Christmas break. That was 53 years ago. I had no doubt I was different than the other boys in that moment. I was the only one swooning for the rest of the day.

Did you blow him?

[quote]We continued sucking our thumb until we were 12.

More importantly, you still use the Royal "we" pronoun.

[quote]I knew I was gay before I knew what gay meant, if that makes sense?

So did I, r412. I had a crush on my five-year-old cousin when I was four. I didn't know from "gay," but I knew it was something to keep to myself.

I penciled in nipples and chest hair on my G.I. Joes and my sister's Ken dolls. Thank God I could erase it all; I envisioned my sister showing my "design improvements" on Ken to my parents. I tried to find some object I could glue onto my G.I. Joes to look like a cock. I would have added pubic hair with my trusty pencil.

I also knew at 4. It's weird how you can know, but you just do. I kept it to myself until I turned 18.

Similar to R414 and in the same time period. My high school's swim team practiced nude. The coach, a PE teacher, got naked too, so we'd feel less insecure. He was a beach blond, surfer/lifeguard type, with puka beads around his neck. He had what looked like a bale of hay around his big-headed cock. I did my best to prevent myself from getting an erection.

I never minded swimming laps. Cocks and bushes of all sizes and shapes would pass by. I didn't have goggles, so I matched them up with their owners when we were neck-deep in the water. The amazing thing, we all looked at our coach when he was talking; I could see his crotch for five-ten minutes while he "lectured".

When I was 12 I went into the boys locker room after a high school basketball game. I stood there and watched them strip and shower.

Just a horny man!

This photo. I already knew him as a hall of fame football player. I saw this while sneaking a look at a Playgirl in the magazine rack in a drug store in the city we were vacationing in. This photo was imprinted on my brain. I was fourteen years old.

R423, I didn't believe he was posing full-frontal when I heard he was going to do it in Playgirl. Imagine my shock when I saw the spread. All I could think was "Holy Shit!" There he was in that photo, full-on. I took care of business instantly.

Jim Brown had already done a nude for Cosmopolitan the year before, in conjunction with the John Davidson nude. Both men covered the naughty bits in their posters. Then Jim Brown's good friend, Fred Williamson, boasted he was going to show everything in Playgirl. "He wasn't going to be like Jim Brown. He would deliver." Then that issue of Playgirl was released and there was no full-frontal of Williamson.

Jim Brown then decided, "If Williamson chickened out, I won't." That's why he agreed to be totally nude in all of the shots in the spread, no holding back. It was upmanship at its best.

We are shocked and disappointed to be reminded that Jim Brown appeared to be a tinymeat with a semi.

Then you would be wrong Erna

perhaps avergemeat (7 inches hard) at best.

Where do you get your average penis statistics from, r429?

R414 That sounds like an intro to a story on Nifty.org.

People actually say "eldest?" in 2019?

It does sound kind of archaic, r432, but it is still correct. As to whether people actually say it, well, I'm one of the Oh, Deariest of the Oh, Dears, and I usually say "oldest." I might say "his elder son," though. It's one of my squishier areas.

First graders wear jockstraps? 5 and 6 year olds? And teachers did a fully nude striptease to demonstrate taking clothes off and putting them in a locker?

Really?

I waked in to a swimming pool change room to find a hot life guard completely naked with his legs spread wide. I got a eye full and hurried home to my room where I masturbated for over 2 hours.

As a “child” r435?

i was fucking 12!!!!

r430: when ornamentals and mexicans are excluded from the survey the average is a LOT more than 5.1

one day i put my mom's Mary Kay mascara on, out of the blue. god what was i thinking? i was like 7 years old.

I must have been about 5 when my family went to dinner at the house of one of my dad's co-workers. It was something we never did, so it was a nervous experience. They had a boy about my age who was cute, blond and outgoing and I think I was immediately in love. Because after we were outside for a while some of his buds came around and he went off with them- and I burst into tears. No one knew what was wrong with me, and everyone acted tense and uncomfortable through dinner.

r440 are you me? That happened to me too.

That's what happen when you didn't blow him right away

In fifth grade back in 1961, we boys were going to have an hour focused on puberty in gym class. Our parents needed to sign permission notes before we could attend it. Two male gym teachers walked into the gym wearing robes. Then, when the class started, they removed their robes. They were naked. Thank goodness they were young, muscular and good looking. Otherwise I might have turned into a straight man. They talked about how our bodies would change and look like theirs. They pointed out how our genitals would get larger in shape. They told us why we will have underarm, chest and pubic hair in varying degrees. They described how a male body functions when having sex. They explained how we had to check for venereal diseases. Back then they never thought a boy would have erotic interest in a male body, gay guys were so deep into the closet. It was purely a learning, scientific experience.

I do remember one boy asking why one of the teachers didn't have Brylcreem in the hair down there, too. The other teacher had a real helmet head, and it twisted sideways as his cock dropped. He also had feathery pubic hair. I wanted to run my fingers through it. Every time we saw them through the rest of the year, they acted normally, not like they shared a secret with us. It was just a regular day to learn something.

I undressed some of my male teachers with my eyes. The images were probably disappointing compared to the reality. On of the social studies teachers was well hung. He tried to mask it with tight underwear, but there was no denying there was a snake in the grass.

[R382] I was a bit like this too. I used to love it when my sisiter's boyfriend came around. i would get out my collection of Abba magazines and show him what pictures I liked best. He was always really kind and would spend time with me. I thought he was a great guy and even though he was very much a straight mn, he talked to me like my interests were no big deal, and worthy of discussion. I always remembered him with great affection.

Unfortunately, the story has a sad ending. Two years ago when my sister died he was at her funeral. We hadn't seen each other for many years. He was talking to my brother near me and I could hear him saying "So is he a faggot or what ?". Then came over and started asking me loudly in front of a few people. I refused to acknowledge him.

Only 15 minutes before I had given the eulogy for my sister.

A few of the brethren here would have escorted him away. At a funeral no less. What an asshole.

Yes they do r432, lots of people. It’s grammatically correct.

Sure, r432. My oldest shirt. My eldest brother.

As a child we strove to imitate our mother, not our father. Neither of them appreciated this.

I'd steal all of my male friend's used socks and underwear.

^^Dayum

R450 was a pervy kid. Love it! How old?

oh i started doing it when i was 10.

I wanted a mood ring more than anything. I begged and begged but my mom was she's stingy and cheap. She finally relented, but then I was too self-conscious to wear it to school.

I kept that ring for years. She probably sold it in a garage sale.

When we were in the eighth grade we blew a horse-hung classmate.

Maybe R414 grew up in the Renaissance period, R416. We do have elders on this list.

R332: You'd love me. Italian-American, hairy as all hell since I was about 13 years old. It just sprouted out and wouldn't stop growing. Had to start shaving at 13 too.

R332, I would have loved you, but I was terrified to show any interest in another guy while I was in junior high school. Guaranteed, I would have caught glimpses of your body hair in the locker room after gym class. I would have known how hairy you were. I would have given you a blow job in an ideal world. I wouldn't know the proper techniques, but I would be happy to practice on you.

Rather, I'd blow you, R457. Since I refered to R332, I would feel obligated to blow you, too. It's the honorable thing to do.

I can just hear the moaning sounds coming from the Jr high school restroom

My first word was "dong."

When we were 12 we blew an Italian 13 year old number in our same 8th grade class - he had a solid 8 inches and we swallowed every drop!

R462 🤮

When I was about 12, a friend of mine from up the block cJe over for a sleepover. He’d slept over plenty of times before, as our parents were good friends. I had recently discovered masturbating and soft corn porn on Cinemax late at night. Turns out, he had discovered masturbating too. I’ll never forget under a bunch of blankets on my bedroom floor, daring each other to take out dicks out and jerk off. From there it escalated quickly. With a few more sessions, we were full on naked sucking each other, 69ing, even fucking (using baby oil as lube!). The only thing we never did, because it never occurred to us, was kiss each other! He turned out straight somehow , married with kids now. Me on the other hand...

you discovered masturbation at 12? lmao. I was fucking 3!!!!

My gay friends in the Navy used to brag about how fabulous their lives were growing up whenever I complained about being bullied or mistreated by family and neighbors for being gay...”YOU were the problem, not THEM!”, one of them would say. “My life was FABULOUS...music, friends, movies, and all the cock I wanted...”. I’d torture myself with jealousy because my life as a child had been so devastating.

By the time I realized that they were lying, most of them were dead. Or discharged. But mostly dead.

R357, that video is disturbing.

[quote]By the time I realized that they were lying, most of them were dead.

Told you I was hard core.

I started going through puberty at ten. For some reason I did not start masturbating untiil I was almost 16 years old.

Is that physically possible, r469?

The first thing I masturbated to was my brother's skanky porn magazine using COPPERTONE lotion. For years the smell of that stuff TURNED ME ON.

I starting shaving like an adult a month after I turned 14. I hated it. I knew I had to shave when I couldn't get these crumbs off my face. They weren't crumbs I was growing a beard. At the same time hair starting growing on my chest , stomach , back, shoulders. I was practically a teen werewolf by or before the age of 15 years old.

R77 - are we the same person?

I organised my 4 girls and myself to dance to Eurythmics Missionary Man for the school talent quest.

My heart breaks for that little boy.

^^^ But did you win?

I knew all the words to the ending of Natalie Cole's This Will Be, the part she sings really quickly, by the 3rd time I heard the song & sang along at the top of my lungs with as much glee as Natalie every single it came on the radio. Ever since I've had a digital library this song has been on my playlist & I still that part of the song as if there's a cash prize.

R464 We had parallel lives I would sleep over my best friends house in the summer. We discovered masturbation then we did it to each other. I was fascinated by there hair sprouting from his thighs and balls and his bush we spent many hours under the covers examining each other.

I stole every used pair of socks from cute guys as I could!!!

Goldie Hawn had a running bit on Laugh-In where she would go-go dance in a bikini while her skin was covered in body painted phrases and images.

When I was about 11 years old, I organized a show in the basement of my home for the other kids in the neighborhood. I ripped off Goldie's dancer routine, covering myself in phrases and images of my own creation and dancing in my bathing suit.

I did not have access to body paint. I had markers. And I looked like a gay 11 year old Goldie Hawn drag queen wannabe for the next several weeks. Looking back, the whole episode was a dead give away.

I never saw body hair on another guy my age until middle school introduced us to group showers. One guy I just met that first week, Scott, was very handsome and quiet. Acne covered his face. Maybe he was self-conscious about it.

When we took off our gym clothes, I was shocked. He had a bush, dark, thick and expansive. He also had a big cock, but I was captivated by that bush. No one else in the class had any body hair at all. Another guy noticed where my eyes were affixed. “Bill likes Scott” he chanted. I was embarrassed. Scott tried to be more friendly with me afterward, but I was too embarrassed to get closer to him. I was afraid I would get myself in more trouble.

I am kicking myself now for not reciprocating his advances. I might have fallen in love. I imagine how I’d explore his crotch, I think he might have let me do it. I still have the first sight of that bush in my head. I haven’t seen a bigger one, and we didn’t manscape then, since.

Some of the male teachers in my elementary school did not wear t-shirts under their shirts. I enjoyed watching the fabric moving across their stiff nubs when they moved around in class. I would look closely to see if I could identify some teachers' areolas. Sometimes I was able. I took mental notes on the size, shape and color. I hoped it would start raining hard at recess so I could see through the teachers' wet, transparent shirts. It never happened.

I still got good grades. I fantasized while doing my homework.

I used to like holding in my shit for as long as possible

R481, I have a similar memory. About the time I was 8 years old, my family went to a festival where a dunk tank was present. I liked to see the people volunteer to get up on the seat wearing all of their clothes, then fall into the water and get drenched. Three guys in white t-shirts approached the tank. They looked like they were military, young, well-muscled, buzz cut hair. They goaded each other to enter the tank while the others pitched. Each would fall into the water, then when they rose up, their t-shirts had a low thread count, revealing their nipples plainly. One had a hairy chest, too. I was a mess the rest of the day, recalling what I just saw. 8 years of age, I was all tingly. I knew what I liked to see.

When I was young and muscular myself, I always volunteered to get into the tank if I saw one at a festival. I wasn’t always dressed in clothes which could be see-through when wet, but it was fun when I did. Once I even went in a tank in a white dress shirt, a tie and dress pants. I felt just as tingly as I did at 8 after getting out of the tank.

I like guys like you R483. You thumb your nose at convention and get into a dunk tank all dressed up in short and tie. Dunk tanks usually earn money for a worthy cause, thank you for that. Did your chest show thru your dress shirt after you were dunked? I think that would look hot with a wet tie dividing it. I wonder what clues your wet crotch gave away. I hope you wore dress shoes to complete the look.

I meant to say shirt and tie.

My mother had a brass bell with a wooden piece to hit the bell. I used to cover the wooden piece with Vaseline and insert it in my anus.

^^^ How did she call you to dinner then?

Well, thankfully she never used that for dinner - it was just an decoration.

I also used good ol Vaseline to slather on anything that I could shove up my ass!! It was so natural and I just loved the feeling. I had never seen porn so I don’t know how I got the idea, but once I put that first carrot up there, it was on to zucchini, large potatoes, even broom handles! It’s a miracle I never injured myself. I was 14.

t482, no that was a clue that you are stupid.

So hot, R483. I'm going to have to hang around the dunk tank the next time I go to a festival. I'll dress for it, just in case.

I thought Chad Everett was the most handsome man alive when I was about 12 years old. I watched an episode of Medical Center (alone) when Everett appeared bare chested in a scene. It was the first time I saw his exposed torso. I stared at his nipples and the thick hair under his arms and I got my first erection. I played with it for the rest of the episode and when I went to bed. I couldn’t climax, as much as I tried. That happened a few weeks later, face down, sliding my cock along the soapy bottom of the bathtub. It was heaven. I took a bath every night for the next 3 weeks.

My mom tells me that when I was an infant I was sick or colicky or something and wouldn't stop crying and making a fuss. She decided to take my temperature (rectally), and apparently the second she inserted the thermometer up my ass, I not only stopped howling, but smiled. Which is interesting, because I grew up to be pretty much a total Top.

nasty fucker r493

The very first item I ever stuck up my ass was a toothbrush. The first lubricant I ever used to masturbate was COPPERTONE. For years the smell of the white lotion COPPERTONE turned me on!

nasty fucker, r495.