THE INTOXICATING POWER OF SUBTLE RITUAL GESTURES

I met Jan from Prague on Twitter. His image and sweet manner stood out. Sub males are seldom stylish or focused on presenting themselves well. Style and beauty matters to me so it was a matter of time until Jan captured my attention with his pretty little boy from a bygone era aesthetic, his bow tie and docile, well bred demeanor.

The most often used disciplinary method was kneeling or standing against the wall. If we misbehaved together, she send us each one into the opposite side of the room. It was always done in private and we had to keep our hands behind our backs or less often behind our heads. If only one of us misbehaved, they had to stand against the wall and the other one was strictly prohibited to make any comments.

Grandfather, who taught us Latin in our free time — and I was so thankful for this later during University — instead of kneeling, which he saw somewhat unproductive, preferred to give us some Latin text to write, memorize or translate. We had to sit in a proper manner behind the table, each on the opposite side and work in absolute silence.

The lovely detail some readers would enjoy, was the joy my sister took in watching whether I am dressed properly. She loved to choose the shortest shorts and always control that my bow-tie is tied properly and neatly to the neck.

I remember I always felt a little awkward dressed in shorts in front of other girls. But I was not the only boy dressed like that, so it was not a terrible experience. It was awkward but in lately in my teens it became a rather new pleasant sensation. Girls in elegant dresses and me and other boys still in shorts. I remember how I liked these feelings, but felt a little confused.

Alternative perspectives on sexual dissidence.