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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.

This is a truely amazing story :D A truely great moment for any boylover. Sounds like a great kid :)

You all are not human. Your monsters in every since of the word. You should be knelt down on the courtyard steps and shot in the back of the head. I ould consider it to be just like giving a shot to cure a dreadful diaeses

Boylovers are excrement that sneak around befriending vulnerable kids to seduce them. They protest about the age of consent laws and demand that they be lowered, so they can have sex with a kid without being charged with a crime. They spread a trail of broken young lives who are physically and mentally scarred for life! That's not love, that's selfishness and depravity!

That's a wonderful story, Tobey.

Drake is very lucky to have someone who is as willing to give him time, attention and affection as you are.

Neoconpilot and Llort obviously didn't read what you wrote.

LeX

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It's sad that people are so quick to judge us. I think you should be able to say whatever u like.

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