Highwayman's confessions from 1750 reveal an "unusual" ambivalence about gay sex

Innkeepers’ sons are notoriously shameless hussies.

We know, Goody Proctor.

One of the first documented cases of surprise anal?

Innkeepers' sons were the farmers' daughters of the 18th century.

What about sons of preacher men?

The only boy who could ever reach me....was the son of an innkeeper!

I was a highwayman.

Young cowboys had a great fear

That old studs once filled with beer

Completely addle’

They’d throw on the saddle

And ride them on the rear.

"I'm not running a bed and breakfast here! Oh, wait, actually I am"

"Come on, guy, can't I get a reach around?"

The Highwayman was no fag, and I'm the dame that can prove it!

Then again, his pistol butts were always a-twinkle. Should that tell me something?

I know a hotelier's son, but he's all man.

[quote]He describes one incident in a Southampton inn, when the son of the innkeeper joined Munn in his bed, informing him that “I love to lie with a naked man”. I wanted Words to express my Confusion, Surprise and Passion, at his Propositions

Hot.

They had Southampton Inns back then? What about La Quinta Inns and Suites?

[quote] “He had not been long in Bed but began to act a Part so Contradictory to Nature that I started up in Bed, wanted Words to express my Confusion, Surprise and Passion, at his Propositions,” Munn says. The “chap” leaves after Munn threatens him with a penknife, and makes “many Excuses” the next day. “It was what I never met with before, nor since, but had Philosophy enough in me, to think it a pity to expose a young Man, tho’ he pointed at a very heinous Sin; and certainly we that commit Crimes beyond what is common, ought to be pitied, for no Man is certain if he comes under the same Temptation, that he shall be able to withstand it.”

It doesn’t sound like he was very accepting. He threatened him with a knife.

Yeah, but he could have reported him to the cops - homosexuality was illegal and men were actually hanged for sodomy - and didn't.

I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant plucker's son

I'm only plucking pheasants 'till the pheasant plucker comes.

Me husband is a keeper, he's a very busy man

I try to understand him and I help him all I can,

But sometimes in an evening I feel a trifle dim

All alone, I'm plucking pheasants, when I'd rather pluck with him.

So many stinky uncut British cocks.

R17 he also said the son went down to work and he was surprised and aroused. Sounds like he got some surprise fellatio and he liked it a little bit

18th century EST

Fess up, which one of you is he referring to?

[Quote]He later went to Sussex to become a dancing master, writing of how he “got a set of Young Fellows as undiscerning as myself … to go with me Morris-dancing, as it is called in that County”

...so was this an early form of dancing in a gay club?

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