What I am about to write, only Scout knew as she was the only person I ever told...and it was in person as one of our many get-togethers.
On the lyrics thread, I alluded to being a teen and having a 27 year old boyfriend. I was 17, 17-1/2 to be exact. My parents didn't know, because my mom would have been all over the police to do something about it.
Yes, I knew my b/f could get into trouble, therefore I kept silent to protect him.
But...there was one other, when I was in eighth grade and I was 13-1/2. That too was kept from my parents because I knew that one would have gotten the guy in serious trouble. He was actually known to my family and I am the one who presented the relationship to my parents of having a "big brother." THAT was my idea so that I could spend more time with him.
I am the one started things off, because I knew I was gay. I didn't even have an inkling that he was gay. In fact, he was seeing some women. The guy was exactly the type of guy I liked: facial hair, hairy chest. (My taste in men has never changed my entire life). He too was 27 at the time. Yes there was a 14 year age difference.
I was not coerced, I was not forced, in fact, it was truly the other way around. I seduced him. I was the aggressor.
Today, I sometimes think about my two relationships from the guys perspective, and I could never have a relationship with a teen. First off, they're annoying. Secondly, they do not have masculine features to speak of. Some gays will do anyone. I am actually very picky and have always been very picky about who I choose as a partner. I'd rather be by myself, than to settle.
My point in sharing this is from the perspective of a teen who knew exactly what was up, and thought of way of getting what he wanted and to continue getting what he wanted, AND, I understood the legal consequences for my partner.
Now, if I was coerced, all I would have done is tell my mom, and she would have had the police all over the guy like white on rice. But, I did not have those types of relationships. In fact, I once met a guy who I didn't like after I met him, and he kept calling me, and I told him, if he ever called me again, I was going to tell my parents. He never called me again.
I knew how to handle myself and steer to get what I wanted, and threaten getting my parents and the police involved to those I didn't want near me. It was always my choice and I was always in control of my situation.
