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We all had a boy of summer.

The Boy of Summer

The boy who we had to look at. The one who, in the locker room, had the musculature and attitude we craved to have. For ourselves and for our selves. The boy who had the package that somehow created magical and painful feelings in our chest and later "down there".

Over the years I collected them. In college. During my married life.

And then, I cracked.

I had done enough reading, there had been enough consciousness raising, enough brave souls came out and forged a path for the rest of us.

And that boy with in me emerged. I became the one that was looked at. The availability of heart and soul became obvious to others similarly blessed. We could see each other. Invisible, often, to the rest of the world.

And over the years more of us became visible and took part in life around us.

What a wonderful story.

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