Sorting out terms

It's been a very hot week with temperatures upto 34.4 degrees C making doing anything rather a chore.

Terms can be hard to understand at times and people have sometimes asked about what ALB means and where it all fits in.

This is my easy to understand version.

ALB is the abbreviation for Adult Little Boy. You could say it's more or less the same thing as adult schoolboy but not as centred on Uniform  and school rituals of various sorts.

Think of things this way first time around: He's a boy obviously and has a social life at home, around his friends and various things he is involved in like sports or cubs.

That's one side of his life.

Because he is a boy and is now say over four years, he is now old enough to attend school where apart from learning things (hopefully) he also has a life in school activities and play in the playground.

The fact he goes to school makes him a school boy but he's also a boy maybe a little boy too.

Taking this forward the adult little boy is an (legal) adult who feels he has much of that little boy in him engaging in similar interests.

An adult schoolboy is that same adult little boy who has an interest in his (past) school life.

He wears school uniform, may do some studying similar to what he did and some may attend  recreated school type sessions where he is a pupil and person is playing a teacher/headmaster.

We alternate between the two sides because that makes us the whole person.

Of Tumblr and stuff

 There are a couple of topics I feel like addressing this week.

The first being the olderboygreyshorts3 tumblr was started a fair while back but it has a number of inherent issues that make blogging on it difficult, nearly all going back to this sites actions with the account.

In short order they are:

Inability to post on the main Tumblr with statement invalid tumblrlog showing even though there are three posts on it and I can alter the avatar.

Inability to delete the main and with it the account to restart.

Limited functions on the usable secondary Tumblrs that doesn’t include being able to like from it, like I’d rather of had this as my main which would of made more sense.

Because of  the first, it is difficult to block posts on the secondaries using the normal techniques  so you have to manually copy and paste details to the blocklist. That is tedious.

Because of this and the content is duplicated on pasttimesforever10 with more followers on a separate account I plan to discontinue this Tumblr by next weekend.

Thus this weeks posts will be the winding down ones before it is paused.

The second is post two of what I call reference photographs by which I mean pictures that do encapsulate how mentally I see me which is more problematic on Tumblr (and why we have blogs!).

I saw this which was "conversion" from long trousers on a blog but was not to happy with how they had got the colours so redid it so in a way it's my edit of an edit.

This is the closest yet to how I see the schoolboy side of me with a boy looking more around the eleven mark but as we all know some boys always looked older and others younger for being around the same age.

It's the look I emulate.

The other is the Cub me, around 10 so heading towards being moved up to Scouts but enjoying his remaining time, exercising responsibility in looking after the younger members, helping Akela out feeling confident, loving an adventure.

This how the LB side of is more at.

Playing the part

We wouldn't normally talk music on here and it is rare on the other blogs but when looking at this whole like a schoolboy thing especially presentationally, the persona of Angus Young of the Hard Rock band AC/DC was certainly one the first public instances of seeing an adult dressed as a schoolboy.

It did not escape my attentions as a fourteen year old who clearly had some age dysphoric traits even then that at least some "men" did dress as the kind of schoolboy I preferred to be dressed as even if may of been seen as an outlandish stunt and a nod to teenage rebellion in the punk era to which they were for a period associated with before "Heavy Metal" as a scene that was written up in Sounds and the N.M.E magazines we bought with concerts and a pub circuit that served patrons was a thing.

AC/DC's music to me was more blues boogie in influence even if the lyrics played up to the mindset of  adolescent boys than anything else not least with tracks like Whole Lotta Rosie. 

His existence encouraged me to reclaim part of what it meant to be the kind of schoolboy I was on the inside fighting the mini adult versions others were pushing and over time made it easier to get bigger fitting school uniforms as tribute bands and fans alike bought the look.

It also has hasn't dented Australian Boys liking for wearing shorts based school uniforms which is the kind of comment some make when some of us talk about our liking of it for our own reasons as if we'd uncool it out of existence.

Thanks a bunch Angus!

Moving on into 2021

In this anything that doesn't quite slot into the either the original blog or that uniformed schoolboy sometimes I do publish some kind of a reflection on the year and other times I just don't.

I suppose the first thing to say was the year was challenging when every single tumblr account of mine was terminated and equally two months later so was my Wordpress blogs so not only did I lose a bunch of Tumblr blogs, I also lost the back ups for them.

That was the reason why having found it, I restored the original blog to provide some of the history and background that never was in that uniformed school boy and that would function more as a tumblr replacement.

I did re-establish That Traditional Schoolboy (TSB) on Tumblr, an age regression centred one (That Smol Boy) and a more general facts, adventure and boyhood interests on (A Traditional Schoolboy) but I am under no illusion that what goes up can go down and that the only way to publish securely what I want is on my own blogs.

That fact does limit what I can post and the ability to publish sequences of posts  without being misunderstood before being terminated.

One facet of this blog tends to be discussion around what boyhood means, past issues around how that affects self image and recovery from all of that which in last year had the struggles of living with Coronavirus restrictions added to the mix.

For all that Coronavirus brought, I moved past many of those issues facing fears head on, exploring and actually enjoying being that boy all over again as with much of the community off work or working from home our worlds crossed and I was accepted for just being that, getting on with life, following the guidance.

I did get away at the start of the year with adventures that in hindsight set me up for the remainder and it was the year that I decided to take the plunge and go back not to just boyhood in so many of its trappings but also to have my shorts taken a good way up to where they were back then.

Mine had been like many of biological age boys of today on or only just above the knee short trousers because they were not long (yuck) but nothing like the short trousers we had then or even adults did wear a leisure wear in the mid nineties.

To be out as I was a week before Christmas exploring, scrambling on your knees in the winter sun with most of legs exposed glistening is and was so evocative of that time I felt just like a ten or possibly twelve year old boy just playing outdoors.

Short trousers of that length are so me, something I feel comfortable in my own skin wearing that I can't see myself wearing except in the most adverse conditions anything else that indeed that's what I'm wearing typing this with temperatures at minus two degrees c.

I did talk a bit across the year about the need to respect and provide separate spaces for boys and men as much as we all would agree equality of opportunity helping us grow as people which I certainly have this last year

It's been very much a boys own year for me learning to embrace and enjoy the male world being out with people and channelling those more masculine interests I had back then and indeed one are where it showed was just a few days ago. 

I had long missed my original action man figures, something I fondly recall playing both on my own and with other boys with, the memory of clearly showing that the odd untypical interest aside, I was just like every other boy of my era.

Well, I finally got a replacement for Christmas and  undoing it took my right back to that era, dressed as I was in school uniform with short trousers in the company of my parents on Christmas day opening it, I was smiling again.

My boyhood hero and I were reunited as one. Boy and Man back together, playing having fun.

2021 cannot be anything like the period before I found ASB and that came back too and Tumblr because I have moved on so much in that time certain of being just a regular boy in a adult body who loves being himself.

I have the right...

to Structure

Something I wish to talk about this week  is the role of Structure within LB/ASB life.

Something that isn't said enough is what enables you to let out your LB/ASB side is that somebody else handles the responsibilities so you need not concern yourself with them, that in other words you do not have to be your own adult (assuming you are fully capable of it).

That totally frees you up to be that adult child because you know, you cannot, will not even be allowed to fall because the "responsible adult" be they a Caregiver in a DD or DM/lb relationship or the Cglre  Dxlb or Mxlb x taking out the "Dominant" with the BDSM kink overtones and in effect making it more paternalistic "Daddy or Mummy" 2 (adult) little boy or a ASB school centred Teacher/Head Teacher steps in ensuring you do not come to any harm.

You are that little boy to them and you will allow them to address you as such.

They also by consent deal with handling any dangerous, rude or otherwise risky behaviour  on your part by stepping in and being the one who disciplines you whither or not it it involves any or no corporal punishment.

The point is, by providing that structure, they enable you to be just you, the adult little boy just being a boy knowing he'll be cared for, safe and not likely to get into situations that work against his needs.

Second Anniversary post Part II

The follow on from last weeks post continues in the vein of the Tumblr posts and expanded back ups on Wordpress over the two year period of That Traditional Schoolboy with some of elements that I touched on briefly exploring at ASB.org
Things are very different at the moment because of the Corona virus and the restrictions that has brought into place which has provided an opportunity of sorts to look at this whole matter of relating.

One unavoidable aspect is that for me it is not a role playing situation where you may taken on a role as a school boy, dress and start the reenactment post roles as a character to others so much as actually I have no conception of being adult and from that point on I don't relate to you at all as adult to adult.

Another element is connected with disability many of my carers and defacto authority figures were female so I didn't have much male import with much ill disguised male bashing surrounding me.

One thing that has rocketed in that two years is the extent I am not just wearing but am seen out of doors as that adult little boy so even in this emergency I am seen on the streets at the local store or technically exercising in uniform.

That on top of the developmental disabilities side of not being nor relating as an adult only amplifies that difference and it has lead to changed  relating and social interchange as I increasingly move in male only circles.

Picture me not a million miles removed from the boy above dressed in grey school shorts, blue or green double striped turnover grey socks who speaks to and who is asked how he is and how he is getting on.

A person who looks very much a boy being cared for by men on the street as they find him, who is instructed on what he should do, being told what he cannot do, who has to stand there feeling the heat as he is verbally chastized and cautioned just like a school boy - looking like one - by men who treat him like their own son that he knows

A little boy, with some adult privileges such as voting back in boyhood being raised by men who looks up to them.

Not a classic adult schoolboy role play of boys vs teachers with lectures and on the spot corporal punishment but almost as authentic and definitely the best thing that's happened to me since turning 18 in law. 

That's a change that's happened through ASB and that Tumblr

Second Tumblr anniversary post

Not so long now, April 12th to be exact marks the second anniversary of That Boarding Schoolboy, my first Tumblr which will be marked on their and commented up on an other blog.

That blog rather like here has seen grow and make some major changes in both how I see myself and how I live my life  from the implanted suggestions that I was at least a mixture of something else and a boy to one who is fully confident as just that, feeling no need to qualify because the last two years of living and exploration of the past has show just how normally boyish I am.

The one thing at the start of this, actually a couple month before was from the period of signing at to ASB feeling such an environment would be the one that would show what my colours truly were was learning anew the norms.

Like within a day while there was no set piece uniform there is a mode of dressing that I was expected based on gender and just gender conforming from the outset as if for all that attempted brainwashing I knew what was right.

Equally having spent so long in the company of the gender questioning and those who use gender neutral forms of expression, I was getting back used to being addressed expressly as a gender and talking to boys as a member that had shared the same interests and norms rather than tip toeing in the belief that gender norms were unreal and taught rather than just being innate with scope for personal differences.

It become obvious that from the inside out that was where I fitted and that really while we all have personal differences that doesn't alter you sex and being at the social level who you are.

None of this would of happened had I of not had the means of breaking away and exploring with others and in so many respects the importance of that tumblr isn't that I still have it for the many issues at that site but that two year period has seen me move into a understanding of myself and my position as a male that I am comfortable with
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Just a adult little boy happy being a boy, being spoken to very much as one by men who I look up to showing my respect doing as I am told even in in this emergency.

And that is a great thing.

Middle space

The other week I was mulling over some of things that did crop up at ASB.org, not that sadly that site lasted long, and that generally I tended to talk more in and around the role of age regression within being an adult schoolboy as from my vantage point being one comes from being in the headspace of being a adult little boy, legally an adult emotionally and psychologically very much a child of your own childhood era.

One piece of the jigsaw puzzle is how psychologically you get to being in that frame of mind and what it is that is in there and one topic that often raised its head was spanking which usually is seen as both sexual or kink centric but for some goes back into their childhood emotions and so forms a part of being in a psychological state of being a "little boy" again

The Benefits of Getting Spanked by Rodney Calmes

Many people believe that if someone likes to get spanked, it is all sexual. That is not the case all the time. Even though getting spanked has some sexual effects or enhances sexual arousal, there are many non-sexual benefits from getting spanked. What can spankings do for you?

1. Getting spanked relieves stress.

2. Getting spanked is calming.

3. Getting spanked generates endorphins and puts you in a euphoric state.

4. Getting spanked generates adrenaline and gives an adrenaline rush, especially if you are anticipating getting a very harsh one.

5. Getting spanked lifts moods. Russian psychiatrists have found success in treating depression with bare butt whippings.

6. The marks left from getting spanked is like an art of its own.

7. For some, it can restore feelings of youth.

Don’t be ashamed of getting spanked, enjoy it! For those who never tried it in your adult years, give it a try. You never know, you may like it.

There have been times when personally I have struggled with spanking as an element of being that adult little boy not least in website and on social media it's tended to dominate all discussion to the exclusion of look at the how and why we feel still "little boys" even though the law says we're adults.

That text emboldened however did set out clearly a lot of the elements for and of what I get from being spanked in an adult little boy context starting from the very child-like, child-minded side of me needing discipline, direction and correction as I have little 'native' adult or even older child sense of self including self discipline.

The whole context of being subject to spanking, being 'made' to take it at the will of a 'adult authority figure' and the emotional outcome from given a good spanking restores a strong sense of being that little boy, of being young.

Spanking given some of my issues  around relating to people, understanding appropriate boundaries forms stronger bonds with me especially between myself and adult males. I am wired very much toward physicality helps with bonding.

While it is entirely understandable a adult little boy who was abused in actual childhood would not and may even be could never accept the role of spanking within such relationships or through other outlets such as age play schools and the like, for me it's a core part, the mirror image of how it was to me as a boy. 

I have decided to allow people to spank me without question from now on.

Getting back to where you once belonged

I would be easily to rail at much that is wrong with the world right now but sometimes it's better to let the red mist drift off and look at what is working instead.
This whole life has been going on a pretty long time to be honest a few rabbit holes I was pushed along into excepted and a few attempts at masking aside but with much of the former it really messed me up.
The thing always was from the outset I was much more younger less by the standards of people of the same birth age 'mature' than most and as time went on that gap got bigger to the point  increasingly I had little really in common outside of work and even within to assume I was an adult was an assumption too far.
I had to be handled more like a schoolboy on work experience than a grown man, kept an eye on and have things explained to me simply.
Even if elements of how I presented might of looked more mainstream like wearing mainly Chino pants even if they were fully elasticated then other elements like wearing more school type sweatshirts and having animal design backpacks and cute plushies on the desk were not.
My drifting back after the misguided attempts to take me down other rabbit holes toward being an adult little boy, finally accepting I was in no way functionally adult was a breakthrough as was deciding to present myself at all times as that little boy of junior age has enabled me to be seen and treated more as that adult but child by literally casting the adultness off me whenever I'm in company at home or in the community.
By appearing in my shirt, grey shorts and matching long grey socks, I am no longer mistaken by people for an adult and they feel more able to exercise the kind of protected oversight and authority I need having de-adulted myself in public.
Thus for me life for having made this step is all the more better.

The weekend report

It's been an odd kind of a week with England's team in the Women's World Cup through to the quarter finals after yesterday's match with Cameroon which was more noted by that teams lack of discipline on the pitch than our teams focus and 3-0 win.

The women's game isn't my thing as with most things feminine it has nothing to offer me as I was always more interested in school footie and the men's game throughout my boyhood, watching MOTD, sunday afternoon matches with my Gran and rushing back from fairs in time for F.A. Cup Finals and the like but I wish them well.

The rebooted music forum account given the male oblique adult little boy referencing make over is working out well with an acceptance for my little side shown in the avatar and by having my gender openly affirmed and acknowledged apart from being spoken to as a male by all the men.

I also decided to reset a google account to give proper acknowledgement of my gender as that too had be neutered around the same time. 

I went out with Dad and Mum in my uniform so their I was with tie, grey shorts and long socks on celebrating his birthday as his boy, having a celebratory meal together in public totally accepted in this community as the adult little boy I am.

And as more will be mentioned on the other blog I'm getting my very own small computer which was designed very much for schoolboys and girls so it looks after itself with keys better aligned to help us type.

Can you live as ALB for real?

One thing that sometimes people ask about me is how do you just get on with things, isn't just a fantasy existence you play at behind the keyboard between four walls and maybe the odd person who just might be in on this anyway?
Well okay there are some people who clearly have issues with life being lived in a very much child-like way whatever angle you may personally come across it.
To me that's because they've invested so much in the whole putting away of anything from their childhoods to get the status the clearly enjoy at least on the surface that they don't wish to be confront by your ability not to.
It's a kind of jealousy that you're doing what they said to themselves no one can.

This said it is actually quite surprising the number of people who do just accept it especially if you do show some social awareness and tone things down just a fraction to take out any items that might invite curiosity such as school caps or ties. 
Recently I had to see a person who carries out assessments in connection with my benefits as a disabled person and I decided actually I would attend dressed more as I feel comfortable in grey sweater, grey school shorts and long socks with a white school shirt on because in part because I have developmental disabilities  I am in many ways that child even now.
They did not bat an eyelid nor ask any questions about why it was I was in school uniform minus tie and cap but instead were focused on my needs.
Clearly to them, being asb/alb so long as you used a bit of common sense was not an issue and on top of voting twice in full asb with tie on goes to show that you can actually live this life for real.

On being LB

Sometimes I see similar banners and the like on Tumblr which as you probably would of gathered is a place that I do hold very mixed thoughts over such as it was the first place I saw a adult little boy/adult schoolboy  community as when you look around it's almost a pink only zone of adult female littles of various kinds, some more aligned to bdsm and kink and others not being pretty much exclusively regression centred.

I say that having looked a blogs, old school community focused websites as well as multi-purpose social media.
It's good that on Tumblr there is such a thing as "Boy Regression" although like everything regression there there's a divide between regression purists and those who while being very much against sexualizing being little and the regressive space feel you can't ignore some my have outside of that space romantic feelings or age appropriate sexual relationships that outside of that regressed place some may like.
Like I think we all can recall in our teens going from platonic friendships with some people to those with more romantic or other aspects but we knew the lines we shouldn't cross and being a teen is part of childhood but you'd never have one with an adult (and they should know better).
I think the purists whatever may of happened in their own loves are just cutting out what traumatizes them which is fine for themselves (although they may need therapy to enable themselves to have more mature kinds of relationships) but are projecting a barrier at all others shaming them in the process.
Being a (adult) little boy is "valid" because we are in the mind set of our younger little boys selves from which we revert to the feelings emotions and sensations we loved as that little boy.
Unlike some in the more Adult Schoolboy side I don't feel it's all around what you wear as the little boy although you may get more from looking like him which is something I discovered very much at the start of this  many years ago but more it's the extent you 'become' him all over again as you act from your little side playing or perhaps studying that's the measure of it.
It's that being that counts and that sure is Valid.

Preserving one's Tumblr legacy

This week I'm talking about Tumblr and the back ups I have them in event of things going awry.

This week I have been working across the Tumblr back ups working on Schoolboy Forever and That Traditional Schoolboy which are on Wordpress apart from Scouting and Me which is a side blog you can access from this  blog.

Each has a different start point and purpose in that starting with That Traditional School, it is in the main a secondary back up of my main Tumblr, the first being on 2mblr.com which at present doesn't allow fresh posting but does periodically update automatically.
As my Primary Tumblr, this isn't just reblogs of images, it has thinks such as links to the main long form blogger blog and many of the entries have commentary which is unique to me and that matters as a reflection of my thoughts and notes about past life.
Because 2mblr.com seems to running rather late in establishing the ability to make fresh posts so I can phase out the Tumblr with all the issues and politics that goes with it, the main reason I keep an update on Wordpress is because if the worst  comes to the worst on Tumblr and I'm banned or terminated, I can always post  on that until things resolve themselves.

Schoolboy Forever really was the first Wordpress blog I had being established a month later than the main Tumblr and fulfills a different function as The Traditional Schoolboy 2 as a tumblr was established as my main Tumblr had become a group blog having the odd guest posting but had lost the ability to send messages and asks so I needed something to that on and it was the case someone had an old Tumblr they were prepared to hand to me  and so it became mine.
Sadly that was wiped out in November last year so I ended up making a new version  and as within a month of that the changes around content and use of A.I systems were causing major problems, I decided as this had less entries than The Traditional Schoolboy on tumblr did by a large margin to prioritize backing that up on Wordpress while sorting out the importing of The Traditional Schoolboy to 2mblr.com first as there was more of a need to preserve it.
What the importing of That Traditional Schoolboy2 did in effect was to provide the content of the started but uncompleted Wordpress blog  and to manually transfer over most of the newer posts by hand but with a lot more commentary as I had more time to express my thoughts.
One area that has become more problematic on tumblr is both publication of pictures with sizable amounts of bare skin even if the posts are very much safe for work and anything around the role of spanking in age regressed adult little boy and specifically adult schoolboy lives.
This is an issue if like me it *is* part of your life even if you don't post all the time about and even keep posts sfw so it's a spot when I can not just restore as I did some of the posts that were lost with the changes in December but also to discuss openly the topic.

Scouting and Me really started the other way around with a load of issues on Tumblr I was fighting, I started to think about writing something less frequent around scouting, the connection cub scout had in my childhood and how channeling the spirit of being a cub scout was helping me.
I decided in the main to actually write more long form on blogger but using some images I had found on the likes of Tumblr expressing that and of the three that is so much a spiritual love letter between scouting and myself that I post over on to Tumblr.
It's really the third blog between the main That Uniformed Schoolboy which is the whole thing childhood pasts and present day adult little boy presents as that eternal ten year old boy and this That Traditional Schoolboy's Dorm which more around my feelings emotions talking also about spanking in my life as the reins have been handed back to the level I function best at.

Lessons from being away

The origins of age dysphoria for me being clearly identifiable started around the ages of fifteen and sixteen although if you scratched the surface before you'd spot my 'younger than my years' mindset and a tendency to dress a bit younger than my peers.

This was before much of the confusion and misdirection from others in my life who thought they had a fix for me stepped in .

This was the point a part of my age dysphoric stash of clothes and odd item upon being discovered got removed as my folks thought it was all stuff I'd out grown although really this was more about their pretence I had even grown and their inability to just tell people because of my disabilities I was more of a child.

It may even been seen as shameful.

This week I had the opportunity to test out the extent to which mentally I had left that confusion and being pushed in forms of gender presentation others though more appropriate from the past with friends who had seen both who also are age regressors.

To a point any one can just switch attire and wear it unless it is it triggers a meltdown but it's really more how 'you' you feel in it that matters.

Switching between a more feminine form and a more traditional boys school outfit which were similar and a had a few common items I found myself far more comfortable in my own skin dressed in a  shirt, tie, shorts and grey ribbed boys socks being addressed clearly as a male in public.

It may also of been that this tied to the fact when I first started age regressing it was a that of a top junior around 10 that I went back to and that was whole uniform mode of dress including being able to put a proper school clip on tie on that meant when I did look in the mirror I liked that me a lot.

I looked smart and felt good about being that boy.

I think there's little argument now my engagement to boyhood really is what at the core I always was.

Welcome to my dorm

One what tends to be the blog that looks more into feelings and that this is the week where that space I mentioned last week has paused, its course run and its direction being very much now directed to here.
The week saw more me being outside learning to watch and listen more to nature as I saw two grey squirrels playing on the edge of a wood as they scavenged for acorns to bury without a care in the world.
It also was a week as we are in The Fall where temperatures did drop and indeed on Sunday it was 11 degrees C (52 degrees F) but I was outside 'playing' with just a sweater over my top and wearing long socks with my shorts.
While out I soon became warm as I run, jumped and walked around and indeed I was as warm as toast by the time I came in but the most interesting thing was I noticed walking around a familiar feeling of tingling around the inside leg from just below the shorts to my Y fronts which when I looked closer there were goose pimples.
That was something that took me straight back to this time of year when official a boy as I often felt them on say cold mornings walking by farms to school in my shorts with maybe a duffle coat if we were lucky.
While it would not make sense to go out quite like that when it's extremely cold, one thing I did learn was I don't need longs on nearly as much because I can and am becoming more hardy and actually that should be encouraged in me.

Another thing about this week was it has been just over two months since I established a Alb/Asb forum for boys like me as one place we had used did have periods of being down and in fact shortly after registering mine and getting the basic functionality going, it shut down without warning.
Anyone who has read "The other blog" tm knows the issues I have had over the years around identity and feeling comfortable in my own skin and while sites can be good for seeing other people and interacting a little, what you don't get is conversation.
What I needed was was more a boys only space to introduce myself and let my boyishness out in a way that felt safe to me and where I'd bond with them.
Less of a reblogging of images place but more a place to talk, explore and share about what this adult little boy/adult schoolboy thing is and means.
So far we've got 21 members, are fairly active  and many of the posts have been high quality written well with depth of feeling.
Given the challenge it was for me to set this place up after finding a suitable host I feel both elated and gratified we've made a great place to be under the stars as adult boys.

Boy chat

This last week was pretty interesting in that I spent time chatting on Friday in a chat room with a mixture of people of both genders on a streaming site owned by a Female "Furry" who as it happened between doing comic also had slots for free art in and to which I had entered into the competition.

You see, they all belong on a big Furry site which as it happens I do have an account in my name (Chris_minor) where I do publish pictures of my colouring and that on plus write a bit of a journal about me.

I had interacted with the odd one but never in real time with a group as talked with them about various things we had in common such as our regressed littleness and it wasn't long before I was explaining what being a adult little boy/ schoolboy was as I see it.

I also explained around how for me it was less "age playing" -a kind of role play but more a matter of coming from my actual regressed emotional age so I have less of a character and more just me younger than my 'bone' age.

The only other place I chatted a lot on was ASB.org but that's been down for a good few weeks now and I quite enjoyed it and coming out as ALB/ASB

People I think get into over thinking around things to do with gender, at least in my experience because we are all male and female, boys and girls and so much of everything else is really about us even if generally speaking their are ideas around what is normal for girl and boys and I know with boys we have a 'code' of sorts.

Thing is we can play three ways, on own own, with own own gender which is our social default or with both as in this picture where we all are and know we are boys and girls but we're playing as friend, sharing in the fun.

It doesn't and should not mean we have lost our gender in the play, it's that the play is the bigger thing.

Because I play with a girl doesn't  mean I become her any more than she becomes me it's that we both know what each other is and stick to what is right for us because we are something.

We ARE gendered. We WANT to be seen as the boy or girl we ARE and there comes a point when ACCEPT OUR GENDER and ACT ACCORDINGLY.

Misunderstandings

While I have been following the World Cup seeing Russia and last night Belgium crash out of their Semi Final to France by a goal and had a laugh with Zee Zee as he emulates England Manager Gareth Southgate threatening to done his infamous waistcoat other things are on my mind.

In the last twenty-four hours I have seen three Tumblrs I follow just deactivated by Tumblr without any kind of a warning whatsoever  and in the instance of Ady it was there when I was up at half five this morning but gone by seven.

There can be reasons for Tumblrs going usually with warnings first of which the most common tends to be breaching the copyright of an image holder three times within a month which is connected with U.S. DMCA legislation although it doesn't specifically call for it.

It isn't helped by counter intuitively not messaging the user on site but sending emails it expects you to be looking out for.

The other area is reporting and sometimes yes it is necessary such as for images of child abuse and so on but when Tumblr does next to nothing about adult on adult pornography and innocent blogs that may be about the act of going back in time as if you were a child that may contain fully decent images of actual childhood just go because someone somewhere has got it in their head age regression IS age play, which is "adult" being an extension of bdsm kinks and Tumblr prefers just to react not caring to investigate if it really is It annoys me.

The reason being actual age dysphoria is just being permanently in the  mindset of an actual child playing from your child-like emotions and feelings as they just come out naturally with no element of playing a role which may have a sexual side in (for example a "Baby girl" in a Dominant Daddy/little girl relationship).

Sadly too many in that community feel their is the only one for adults, regard all else as being only for children and treat anyone different as potential perverts and I suspect this is what has happened.

We are adult but child boys living a age dysphoric life that doesn't involve actual minors that's all.

England wins

That's it then, Argentina's on the way out most probably after losing to Croatia 3-0 in Group D and things are starting to shape up within the World Cup as I'm slowly recovering here with plenty of lucozade and lozengers plus a plushy to hug.
The pencil sharpener, a big oval shaped thing with a slot for gripping to death pencils with a handle you wound clockwise affixed to a desk is one memory with me from school as I'd either stand or park myself in the wheelchair by it to sharpen them usually for things like art or maps in history or geography but you may have a use for them now.
One thing I still enjoy is coloring in pictures, no not girlie pictures, but things with more vroom vroom vroom in bright bold colors an that's what I'm write about this week as I had a new book of them to do.
6-1, 6-1, 6-1! What a fantastic result for England beating Panama so convincingly, so fantastic I almost fall over jumping up and down in my white shorts waving the flag in front of the television mind you I do feel sorry for the Poles as their team appears to be out of competition losing 3 goals to nil against Columbia, ironically Panama's near neighbour.
Japan seems safe with the day having been saved by Honda in a 2-2 draw against Senegal.
It's officially true - I'm a footy mad schoolboy!!!
I had started to re read Jennings Finds a Clue on Friday but with a bad migraine that didn't shift until yesterday I had to pause that which is a pity cos while I'm not big on reading Jennings was one my favourites being a both a complete series and one based at a Prep school for boys which is nice cos I like more boys own stuff me and Jennings in the series is more my age and the teachers manner of expressing themselves was very much like my own. I'd like to go to a school like that again as it's so me!

The roaring obsession with the World Cup

Hi. This very morning as I go toward my closet getting my old school uniform on fairly neatly although whither or not it stays like that depends on if I have a kick about this morning in the park or not as I'm super excited about this world cup in way that I haven't felt for a long time.
At least this time they're just far enough head of us here in Great Britain to see it live before bedtime without messing meal times up too much as I much prefer to eat from a table even if it is I'm more interested in what the striker is doing than my lamb chop!
I guess it all goes back to the days of Roy of the Rovers and Billy's Boots that made a big difference whenever he played with them on playing for Melchester Rovers which was so magical.
I can't wait to play with Zee Zee at Fur Affinity
Plus I'm all fired up after the Russia vs Saudi Arabia match where the Russians scored a FIVE goals to zero win. Goodness what a result and no doubt an embarrassment to the Saudi leader who was talking to the Russian President Mr. Putin at the time watching.
Still we do have the England match to look forward to although sometimes to me it seems more like a case of hope over reality as it's been positively ages since they won anything or even got as far as the quarter finals.
I did enjoy Robbie Williams's performance at the opening of the games and he's pretty good with a pair of footy boots on two having seen him play with friends for various charity soccer matches.
Cor, Germany beaten by Mexico after all. Love a duck! You'd of thought they could of put on a more inspiring performance but no so I wouldn't be surprised if they crashed out of the competition but as today sees England playing who knows as they tend to come in with high hopes only to be dashed.
I mean, I'd like to see a British team actually win I'm just not feeling very hopeful about it but don't expect me to be wildly cheering as I've lost my voice in an attempt to make myself heard on Saturday and it hasn't fully come back a yet which is annoying me to be honest cos I'm a chatterbox really, tryin' to sort everything and everybody out although the knock on door is me new smart boys own shoes cos my old pair started falling apart at the seems an that's no good when I want to be smart.It's sad when you can't cheer on England as much as I was jumping up and down in my white footy shorts Monday night high on pop waving a flag but that's how it is with me at the moment although I can talk some and actually I'm just sucking a lozenger thingy as I type this.
Japan did great too yesterday beating Columbia 2-1 in what was a a pretty exciting match which I watched just after dinner time between talking to some other adult boys like me about various things cos I'm more interest in who they are and what they do than just "What are you wearing today?" I'd like to play with them armed with a bright yellow JCB toy truck crawling across the carpet going "Zoom" and making all sorts of sounds if not just play fighting with them.
I also tidied away all my favorite Jennings books, they're like hardbacked with all color dust jackets on that I had in Juniors and High School putting them away neatly in a shoe box in two piles one atop of the other. I'd sooner use the bookcase but the grown ups in my life have taken it over with books that haven't moved in decades, like if a cutting of Princess Anne's wedding fell out of one it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest.
I did run about a bit kicking a ball to which is great as I really benefit from being active as it seems to turn me on focusing better almost as if the on button has been pressed.

You are not yet an adult...

There are a number of ways you can look at the whole idea of being an adult little boy and you see them around various sites.

One take is more of an individual being made to be boy, a junior in a relationship that he may be prepared to go along with but ultimately is of that other persons choosing.

Another might be in certain ways you *are* not yet an adult even if afforded that status elsewhere or as is implied in this caption the person is a teen who many authorities treat as a 'young adult' - a twilight world between child and fully formed adult and in this instance because of  ambiguity of role has been put into a boys uniform with clear message adult status isn't his -yet.

Personally I have to be honest and say I never ever felt remotely 'adult' in my life even if I may of had some more sophisticated interests and hobbies that I could hold my own in with people who clear were adults.

The minute we moved from them to something else, the deficit in my development compared to others would show as I was then a child-like person in a grown up world struggling to cope never mind feeling very vulnerable which I was.

Age dysphoria is like that.

I never wanted adult status because in so many ways I cannot use much of what it gave me and more to the point being given it removed the support and understanding of people that what they were (and are) dealing with is a child in an adult shell.

To me then to wear more boyish attire to the point of say a school uniform isn't just a quirk, a thing I just like the look of, it matches how I am, how emotionally and developmentally I am and does tend to lead more to an understanding that especially as I do look young physically I am more that child and tilt people toward understanding my limitations.

Some people may say "limitations, that sounds negative?" but no, actual child me had those limitations that were not so pronounced because I didn't need to do things that exposed them and in any event what did I do?

I went to school, joined activities and played and for those it wasn't so much of a problem for people so being that child was fine. 

The problem came when you wanted me to be an adult and I didn't have what it took to do that not because I didn't want to but because just turning an age - 18 here in the UK - didn't just give me the means but you expected me to do it.

To me then asb works as taking back in time coping mechanism  put putting more in the social environment where how I am seen matched again how I am and treated and if that means rules and some oversight then I'm more than happy to have that to regular adulthood.