My gran had been on her own for as long as I can remember… her husband had left round about the time I was born and has never been seen or heard of since… in all the time since then I don’t think she has had any boyfriend’s… at least not as far as I know.
my naughty aunt
Being Bi at Home 1959-61 – Part 2
We were going to the beach again as the early mist had gone and the Sun was heating things up very quickly, Jane arrived to confirm she would be picking up Clair and meeting us down there, Vicky smiled at me and winked, my signal things could get hot if the beach was empty and the cave not to wet from the tide washing in. First I had been called by Aunty Betty for instructions as she as arranged would be away for the weekend so I went to her room. She called me in after I had knocked on the door and told me to sit on the bed. She was packing her case as she told me what money she would leave us and gave me a list of things needed from the shops for our food supply then she asked me how things were going with the girls. I told her they had been very kind and shown me a great time at the beach making my holiday very nice. Well, she said they both think a lot of you and talked none stop about your visit before you arrived and with this she put her hand on my upper leg, you are a nice lad and when I return I will take you under my wing for a few days to make your holiday as nice as we all can now go and have some fun with the girls.
The Day I Knew I was Bi – Part 13
On Sunday after our Church parade and lunch I thought I would leave School by the Guston gate and wander down to the village shop, I like many of the boy’s liked to smoke fag’s when I had enough money for them, back then in the 50’s parents like my Mum had little spare cash to send to son’s at school and that is why at weekends I spent my time on the cliffs or wandering the Lanes but now and then swimming at St Margeret’s Bay. The beach was small and not many people went there back then and I like to swim and sun bath on the pebble beach.
Being Bi at Home 1958-61 – Holiday Part 1
On leaving school I arrived home to be told it had been arranged for me to go and stay with my Aunt and two cousins down in Devon at Plymouth, the girls were 16 and 17 and the family lived in a small Hamlet. My folks were off on a well earnt holiday and it was thought here was great for me at the coast with the girls and the beaches to keep us busy for the 2 weeks. I was ok with that, the girls were good fun and Vicky the younger was always laughing Betty the older was a little more of the thinking type so all was looking good.