After 25 yrs without a boy, I became mysteriously very ill for about 3 mths. I lost my appetite, could not sleep, could no longer drive a car or run my business. And finally could not keep my eyes open for more that 10 minutes at a time. I underwent all the hospital tests that could be thought of without a single prognoses.
Then the telephone rang, and an ex yf, who I had cared for 30 yrs previously, wanted me to meet his problematic stepson.
My recovery was miraculous and I have enjoyed the company of the lad for the last 5 yrs until his 16th birthday a little while ago. He is now fully employed, independent, confident, cheerful and a likeable young man.
I believed that from an early age that I was destined to be a boy lover and I am so fortunate to have befriended so many boys, except for the 25 yrs with no yf's when I wished I could have died.
I should add my gratitude to a brilliant old psychiatrist who, for about 20 yrs helped me cope with my orientation when I was younger.
I am now 73 and feel fully fulfilled.


Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. for ever and ever. Amen