I found myself getting an erection to the sight of a man's chest when I was about seven. I had no words and no comparisons. The world I knew then was abusive. Sexual and emotional and physical. The quiet view of a man's chest with no anger or repulsion only intrigued me. It looked fine and pleasant and comforting. A woman's chest was also a source of the same mysterious feeling.



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It would be many years before i sorted out things.