Naked Innocence

Growing old is a must, Growing up is a choice. - Someone like that :-D

I remember a time when I could do anything my heart felt like doing. I could listen to a male or female friend sing to me a piece or two from our poetry book back in my younger years. I would smile, giggle, and enjoy their own rhythm version. I felt nothing but pure and innocent excitement.

I remember when a male friend would but his hands around my neck as we walk to the playing ground or to buy sweets or whatever caught our fancy, without thinking if I, him, or anyone would assume he, I, we is gay.

I remember being around female friends taking their bath and I think nothing of it, but just water splashing on flesh. No fear of been called a perv.

I remember telling my female friends how lovely their boobs, ass, or lips look without thinking of how well my dick can fit into their pussy. How they smile and say thank you with complete innocence. For they know I meant it with no hidden motive, and they won't think am a perv.

I remember believing everything I was told (still do until to a greater extent) without doubting the teller.

I remember my innocent year, where did all that essence go?

Now, I can't have a male kiss my cheeks without me thinking: I hope he's not gay. I hope he doesn't think am gay. I hope they don't think we're gay. I can't have a friend sing a song without thinking: is he gay?

Now, I can't have a female friend hold my hands, while we walk without me thinking: does this mean anything other than two friend strolling hand in hand.

Now, I can't have a female tell me how much they appreciate my friendship without me thinking: When are we going to get naked.

I am in a journey for the search of my lost innocence before I lost completely the true meaning of living.