Monday, January 02, 2006 

A boylover rings in the new year much the same way any other person does—surrounded by friends, family, and maybe, if they're lucky, a very special someone. For many, this loved one is probably be a boyfriend, girlfriend or spouse. For boylovers, it is often one of our young friends (a concept I will blog about in more detail later).

Drake is a gleeful seven-year-old and the most well-mannered boy I have known in all of my (as of yet short) adult life. Drake is an all-As student and a natural born leader, as seen by his recent election as class President. He's also pretty darn good at Mario Kart (especially with Toad).

Quietly, he will sit and draw by himself for hours. His work is brimming with depictions of heroes battling vile monsters, complete with intricate armor and weapon designs and twisting layouts of the baddies' lairs. Before I got to know him, I would sometimes spot him stealing blank glances at the adults around him, all going about their business unaware of his presence. The exception being when they needed something done, in which case he magically became visible again.

How can such an extraordinary kid get treated like the pet the family has long since lost any interest in, yet still gives it the occasional scratch behind the ears as if in remembrance of times they once shared when he was fresh and new? It seems to me that children should be the least likely to inspire disinterest in adults. They are always full of insight, full of love for the world. Never dull, never troubled with the worries and the problems that adulthood brings. I make it my business to show them that not all adults wish to either ignore them or treat them like slaves. And so I did with him.

And then it was New Year's, and I knew just how I wanted to spend it: with my buddy Drake. I should mention that, amongst his other qualities of note, this is a boy who can hold his own when it comes to late night parties. At ten till twelve, he was as awake as I'd ever seen him, complete with all the appropriate accessories: a "hello 2006!" hat, noise maker, a slice of chocolate cake. He insisted on staying by my side (much as he had all evening) as that annual bit of magic was about to occur. His mom asked if this bothered me, but she should know by now that it does not.

I looked down at him then. "We've got one minute left of 2005, Drake! Have you thought of a New Year's resolution yet?"

He smiled, showing off his brand new top incisors, standing in stark contrast to his other, smaller kiddie teeth. "To give more hugs!"

It wasn't long after the clock struck twelve when the confetti went flying, people went cheering and fireworks went bursting that he got a head start on his goal, and I'd never seen him so full of wonder at the world as in that moment.

Saturday, November 26, 2005 

It's a boy!

In my first post, I talked about putting a human face on the boylover. I intend to do that in a multitude of ways, but the first is quite literal. On the right is a headshot of me, circa age 7.

Even the most despised people on the surface of the Earth began as any other child does, I suppose.


Introductions are in order.

Salutations! The name's Tobey, how do you do? I'm not new to blogging, but I am new to I rather like it here already; it's exactly the platform I need to berate, sing praises, shine light on injustice and do whatever else I find lacking in mainstream media today. Shouldn't that be one of the goals all bloggers have in common? I like to think so.

My primary objective is to put a human face (my own) on the boylover (yes, that's me) and give you, the reader, an inside look at my thought process and day-to-day life. Do I find joy in prancing around naked beneath a trenchcoat with pockets brimming with sweets? What about public swimming pools, am I the sort that hangs around every day, lurking in the changerooms hoping for a free show? Am I a priest? How about a Boy Scout troop leader? Just how much does the typical boylover fit the stereotype portrayed in mass media today? Stick around and you'll be that much closer to knowing.

You will notice I use the term "boylover" to describe to myself. I'm not here to mince words: a boylover is a pedophile. More specifically, one who is attracted to boys rather than girls. As a category, we are not to be confused with "child molesters" or others who would harm children. I would like for you to keep in mind that being a boylover (or for that matter, a girllover) implies an attraction and not necessarily actions. I do not engage in sexual relationships with children. I believe that to be perilous and potentially harmful in today's climate, not only for myself but (more importantly) for the boy, as well as for our famalies and friends. I am content simply to know and interact with boys in perfectly legal and socially acceptable ways.

My interest in boys goes above and beyond merely aesthetics, just as it does for heterosexual men and their feelings for women. The friendships I have with boys are as complex, respectful and dynamic as any I carry on with adults; they are not merely objects that I ogle over. Boyhood itself may be an impermanent state, but the friendship between boy and boylover often continue well into adulthood.

I trust this is a good enough primer for starting things off. Thanks for reading; be sure to come again and all that! I will happily respond to comments, given that they are not hateful in intent.

About me

  • I'm Tobey H.
  • From the United States
  • I'm a boylover in his twenties and an aspiring novelist. Sorry, I don't give out my IM info. Post a comment in one of my blogs to message me.
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