Being us and how we may be seen

We're going through the end of one cold spell with snow and ice which always makes me feel young although it has been difficult for me to get around on foot.

The extent to which and to what those of us who do dress and may be feel more like a boy are regarded in society is at one level a personal thing.

For some it is little more than a sense of re-enactment wearing the attire, typically a school uniform that connects with your boyhood past where you might explore or otherwise 'play' scenes from your past gaining enjoyment from doing just that.

For others such as myself there is a strong sense of "the eternal boy" in many respects emotionally and mentally in a boys mindset that even if you took away that uniform, would still be there.

With me it also links to having a disability where I am permanently child-like having the development of an actual child which is fixed and is therefore not something that one could switch off from.

Everything for me stems from that child's mind in a adults physical body so it isn't 'pure' regression with a point you enter into it and can exit and even less can it be considered age playing where for some brief and specified period I 'become' that boy and then go into full adulthood.

I always am it.

I generally prefer to call myself an Adult Little Boy as that is just it with nothing involving being 'little' with any kind of sexual relationship or bdsm connections.

Actually it is quite fine to be coming from things from whatever angle actually applies to you.

Sometimes people do wonder about how being the way we are may be seen and clearly nothing within what we are about is connected with child sexuality, we know the law sees us as 'adults' and therefore any and all contact and feelings towards children in that respect cannot be right. 

As an individual you may only have any close contact with any child you are personally responsible for as its parent or through approved procedures any youth organization and similar.

Some may take such concern to cover anything such as being seen to have an image that might include *anyone* under 21 at the time of being taken including yourself, any kind of memorial or statue that may be connected to or in the image of a child however small in it even if no actual child is present.

Nobody would criticize such an intent to protect our image although I do not accept that that in order to protect our image we need to go to such an attempts simply because such images are often in the hands of people such as parents, organizations going back many generations as family and social history and that this I feel is not a sign of an having an unsavoury interest in children having worked in child protection professionally.

Clearly in the digital age the use of images needs to be considered and covers not just any image manipulation but also of context such as  sexualized commentary and categorizing  which it goes without saying I don't allow at my place.

Fathers

 

Father coming home was one of those rituals from childhood one remembers well not least for how so much of that contrasts with life for many of today's boys and girls.

For one thing it was almost a given in this area for your mother to be at home at least for when you came back from school if indeed she did 'work' so you were with her for a period before Dad came and you might of brought a friend to play with you which often meant they'd have tea with you.

Father arriving as usually later - usually with me if I was at home about five in the evening - and you would know the sound of his car coming down the driveway.

Typically he'd have the final say on anything in house.

Normally he'd take off his coat and shoes before Mum had made him a fresh drink of tea and ask him as she had asked us how his day had been before he'd move on to asking us about our days and if we'd anything from school for him such as permissions for trips, the school report and so on.

We might ask if he could do things like help fix your bike or repair a button that had come of your tape recorder.

There was an expression "wait till your father gets home" and indeed that was the title of a US teen centric show and that was because in most homes Dad handled discipline, not that your Mum didn't do anything and if we'd been really cheeky or naughty then usually out of our earshot he'd be informed of it.

You'd be sat on pins, nervous about the outcome as he would say "I wish to see you in your room" before lecturing you and as was common in that era spanking you with a slipper and perhaps adding a forfeit.

For all of that though he might as well of been A God cos you worshipped the ground he walked upon, spending as much time learning things with him as you could and seeing him as an example to become more like as an adult.

What's wrong with Tumblr?

It's the second week of the month and the weather has improved somewhat from last weeks snow (which I love) to the ice which makes it very hard for me to actually get about  so part so that week was indoors attending to my tumblrs and also to reading my comics.

It was in connexion with my Tumblrs that some of that time really took me out of 'littlespace' dealing with an issue I am going to address in today's blog here.

I lost a lot of hours investigating and blocking literally hundreds of "followers" who look at children, young children some only about seven or eight years of age as sexual objects posting highly inappropriate content and when it was just about appropriate the comments were...disgusting, sexually crude.

I cannot even begin to imagine the mental process that starts from looking at a child when he isn't and never saw his actions as being sexual and turning them into something that fuels the lust of a grown up adult male.

How would YOU feel if pictures of you on the beach, swimming or in a gym were being circulated by adult males with crude comments or that say of your own children?

Believe you me that would be the one occasion when you'd be lucky to get out alive with injuries because my protective instincts would kick in big time.

What is it about people on Tumblr that look at an account dedicate to the joy and innocence of boyhood life and revisited as a disabled adult and automatically go into full on sexual lusting.

Honestly I feel some need to be put on programs to deal with sexual attractions to minors and some restrictions placed on the settings they mix with children if that is how they view them.

Junior Chris

One form of Junior me is like this, just devoid of blazer where the longer grey school shorts was changed for a shorter hard-wearing lined one similar to that wear by boys at my junior school did and where the V neck sweater allowing my shirt and school tie to show through.

The key word in this 'Junior', pre-teen, as that's very much how feel my inner child is and mentally I'm at as afterward the mismatch between appearing teen and how I was (and remain) really became more noticeable to the point I had to be looked after and even sheltered from some aspects of regular teen life.

Like many of us I guess I was feeling a bit despondent following Monday's announcement we were going into England wide full lockdown with stricter rules as I have done as much as I can to stay within them, looking after my health trying to keep transmission down when you've seen stupid and irresponsible behaviour  by others often go unpunished.

While we are told we "should" only go out once to exercise that wording doesn't imply you cannot or that doing so will be automatically a breach of the Corona regulations more that they'd rather you didn't.

In this district it is possible to go out and hardly encounter a soul so if you were that way minded you could probably do so safely with no more risk than being in your own (fair sized in my case) garden.

I guess it's going be more comic reading and time outdoors playing and at least this time the playgrounds will be open.