Dgennero

Weight: 180 lbs.

Hair: Brown

Build: Average

I was born one rainy monday morning on Nov. 23rd, 1964. At the early age of six years, I already realized that I was a BL. At that time, I already had a crush on a classmate (Martin) and on Dutch singer Heintje. In 1977, I really had a ball with classmate J. and afterwards I was a big fan of Stefan (another classmate). But it wasn't until 1991 that I really came out of the closet and tried to find young friends. So I went out there and found them. At first, I failed. The reason was obvious but I didn't see it: Self-esteem, that's the magic word! I had none. But one year later, I had learned a lot more. In 1992, I had a first breakthrough. I stepped out and won some new young friends (you'll see a small excerpt of these at my friends page.) But I still was unsatisfied, until...until I met my current steady, Ali. It was a calm midsummernight when me and Ali (15 at that time) went to an amusement park. Afterwards, we went to my place and he wanted to spend the night with me. Of course I went along! I told him about boylove. He asked a lot of questions. He asked me if I could be "better" than his girlfriend. And then...There's no more girlfriend now, me and Ali had decided to go steady that night (poor girl, but I just HAD to sweep her away...). 4th of July, 1998, wasn't just another Independence Day - it was MY ID4, and since that day I know that life as a TBL can be wonderful.

What is most important to me: Love is ALWAYS a wonderful thing.

You are entitled to your black-and-white world. I prefer colors. If you don't make a difference between people whose sexual desire gets out of control and boylovers who LOVE, not EXPLOIT, boys with heart and soul, you are blind. Do you realize that attitudes like yours CREATE molesters? You suppress the sexual urge which leads to neurosis. Some people then become molesters, others become pedophobes. You said: "It's their bodies, let the boys choose..." EXACTLY, you're darn right!

Yes, the Ancient Greeks are all dead now. Times have changed. But who the hell are you to give us a "NEVER"? Times may change again. Now the wind blows in our direction. Maybe some day it will blow in yours! How strong your pedophile impulses must be that you have to build up such heavy shielding!

BTW: What society would listen to a minority who worships a carpenter? That's what the Romans said. The winds of change, bud!

Go cure your pedophobia!

Dgennero

Dgennero who is WELL in control of his sexual desires!

...we could legally marry a transsexual like you and then legally adopt our beloved boy for a fabulous menage a trois... (giggle)

No teens in camp, and where I live now the teens are rare anyway, arrogant and flock together. BUT among those wild campers by the sea lives a cute 5 y/o boy running around sky-clad and growing up like Mowgli from the jungle book. When he saw me, he greeted me as if he'd have known me for a long time, almost jumped on me. Now whenever I visit the camp, he spends most of the time with me, often ignoring the other people there. Guess I have a YF Why me - isn't that throwing pearls to the pigs? )) Sometimes indeed you receive what you didn't even ask for...

Of course many people have aggressive fantasies from time to time but don't act out. These fantasies aren't necessarily unhealthy. Usually there are enough "dams" or "shields" around our personality. Here I see what happens if the dams break and the shields fall.

I built up heavy shields to keep that beast locked up. I even invented a planet of love within my fantasies, a cherished place where not the slightest aggressive tendencies occur; but that's just denying the human nature instead of integrating good and bad. When I'm aggressive my target usually is those who try to kill the feeling of BOYLOVE, not the BOY I love. I pray it never ever will be!