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I see some very pretty boys from the local university, they are really femme and camp, and they are utterly gorgeous, I could eat one up! They are so lucky to be able to express themselves and be who they are and be happy in their skins. Pretty gorgeous sexy young me, at that age I had to hide every last vestige for fear of a fatal kicking, and that was just my family let alone the wider community in Hull, sadly the attractions of a middle aged tranny are not great for the average gorgeous young gay lad, more's the pity. I just take some pleasure from looking and being happy for them.
I was in my local charity shop and this blonde young man came in , he was mincing and prancing about, his mum and gran in tow, they were all happy, the staff were fine, apart from one I kicked to make him stop, and it was lovely to see him just being himself.
Oh for a time machine in 1980 to have skipped through to now, my life would be very different without all those years of denial, self hate, and hiding behind weight and idiotic manly pursuits, I was so manly it's a wonder I didn't go full circle and become one of those Tom of Finland types.