As a boy, I had always been fascinated by different peoples. Perhaps
because I was painfully shy, I also dreamed of being remade a boy
living in some adventurous, exotic locale ... a boy of independence,
excitement and energy, friendly and affectionate. As a boy I was
equally intrigued, having been raised in a society of some sexual
repression, to think that being naked might be the perfect expression
of such freedom and affection. Certainly my classmates and I were
terrified at the thought that anyone might actually see our "parts."
But I found, in a common and perfectly respectable travel magazine,
that I might secretly feel a part of that dream.
Here then is my first experience: a boy's boy love of sorts.
Select archival images from the pages of National Geographic.
God Save Her Majesty the Queen.
God Preserve the Prince of Wales.
Rule Britannia!
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