To be different is normal

A few thoughts over the bank holiday weekend

Somethings should not need to explained but in the liberal world they do.

The correct pattern is for girls to greet females such as grandparents, aunts, sister first going over to them and for boys to go over and greet grandads, uncles, and brothers because you are the same sex as them.

A boy is cared for, entertained and plays with the adults and older siblings of his own sex the same way a girl does with hers because in each instance they know what makes you tick and handle yourself because dear snowflakes, you are actually gendered and that is that!

You can normally tell in such a situation if something is wrong because the child goes for the wrong person as nearly all of us identify with our same sex friends and family.

Obviously when there is just Mum or Granny you go to them and greet them but then they should make a point of reacting to you as their son, grandson and so on. Never an 'it' or a 'they'.

Upon the death of my Uncle

My Uncle died Friday of dementia and Covid-19 complications and looking back on it being unable in the current conditions to visit him before so, abiding memories of him through early boyhood include buying me a real leather cowboy dress up set with holster and gun that had a distinctive aroma.

He also bought me numerous cap guns and caps that I enjoyed firing at anyone and anything that double crossed me in play as he loved Westerns and often sat with me watching them.

He also got me my first 'proper' tape recorder when I became thirteen years old and knew my inner boyside well.

R.I.P Uncle Tom.

What is right about being a boy

The negativity around being a boy today is immense and even from so-called experts that you really have stop and think about what is actually so good about it.

We feel alive running and jumping around especially together.As well, it is contagious!

Skateboarding may not be for all - certainly I never had the co-ordination required to stay on - but many do showing their able to practise manoeuvres and a preparedness to put their backs into learning them apart from showing some guts. 

We do sports whatever our personal challenges and disabilities might be, finding strength and courage to continue. We're not weak.

We are social and love making things so the combination of the two is just fantastic so add a touch of competitiveness and we'll go with it. I loved making and flying model airplanes.

Being a boy is just great when we're respected for being that and you engage with our interests and abilities.

Rejoining the playground

This week begins with my best Bud and mentor Edward losing yet again his Tumblr with no warning signs, no breaches of their actual terms of service nor did he post any pictures that would of been out of place in a family magazine.
Axed no doubt by those who think any pictures of boys happens to be wrong and any who question Tumblr's left Liberal political line about gender including identity politics, and activism.

After a while I have decided to give joining another website a try as while I'm not not into AB/DL AB does nothing for me and while I have no issues with people do wear diapers unless I was to become incontinent I just don't get why I'd want to at least that sort of community has less issues with being an adult little boy and can live with presenting more as a adult schoolboy.

Because of its core users being considered kink, it doesn't accept pictures of actual children no matter what in entries and avatars nor can it accept older teens but does have within it's "Adult Kids" section a sub forum for Boys Only posts.

Conversation around Age Regession as it applies to those of us eighteen plus is thin on the ground on Tumblr especially that which allows for uniforms and even spanking to be talked of within that context.

While a simple mistake with age that had no serious consequences left me being prevented from posting for a few days despite putting it right for some strange reason given the number of times I attempted to contact them, eventually that has been put right.

That conversation side is the one thing I have missed since ASB.org closed and so I think it's time to stand inline with other boys as just another boy in his shorts and play.

The Boys Talk

I mentioned a bit about the impact of what had happened on Tumblr and that has affected not just the new catch all account account but also the external blogs which three of which replace the original tumblrs because just trying to remake them on Tumblr would take too much out of my time and health plus they'd be always at risk of termination.

To be blunt it would be a waste of my limited time while because they had the majority of original posts and it would be easier to just continue the posts from there.

One Tumblr that went was olderboygreyshorts which was a kind of tumblr inspired by what was documented and talked about on here, being more forthright about roles and rights of boys and of my own maleness having more discourse than the others.

That was a picture originally on it of schoolboys happy to themselves, friends sharing amongst themselves things they'd never talk of to Mums and especially girls and that take us back to what this blog is about.

It's always been about Boys Talk sharing a lot with that Tumblr even though it was more an alternative early entries of the original The Traditional Schoolboy had I'd of worked through what I did over the first six months on there recovering.

This blog, Chris's Boy Talk will continue that mission mixed in with the boys talk hence the name cos that's what it's about and a homage to that Spirit.

Unexpected gifts

Saturday, it had to be said felt different, different certainly from any time since being on tumblr and in its own way from any of the short lived time on asb even

You see on Friday I was quite poorly with dizziness and bad head that had rumbled on into much of Saturday to the point I struggled to get down the stairs and needed to go to bed.

By Saturday afternoon I felt okay enough to briefly fire up the Chromebook when I spotted a note inquiring if I was all right as they had not seen any posts by me in that time.
This was a person who I had explained a little about being me and my own disabilities that mean I have supervision and support needs.

Now I was not expecting it although I had known them since autumn of last year and struck up entirely platonic friendship so I quickly typed back to explain what had happened and that I'd be all right. 

I was floored by this.

Reason is I only know them because they follow posts about uniforms and boys attire being a boy in law and they also know I'm alb involuntary regressive and we both wear uniform.

Although I am always mindful of how legal age sets natural boundaries and limits following them, there were certain parallels here such as being treated more as the younger boy even if you're older that was the case in my last years in school and yes being cared for by them.

Equally they also could spot as he spotted something was wrong before I'd realized it and initiate an action even if I'd freeze and fail to do so.

The resumption through acceptance of being permanently alb with all of its differences, of wearing school uniform outside and inside has taken me down a couple of pegs from being stand-offish trying to deal with vulnerabilities by putting up barriers having trust issues trying to act grown up when I'm not to one where taken back to shorts, I am more humble, allowing people in, accepting others care not feeling  I might be used or ridiculed for just being me. Learning to trust again.

Two 'boys', both in uniform, one 'boy' recovering within his limits and cared for. It couldn't be better.

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