Okay, after having gone off ofr a day and having your penis post mulling away in the back of my head .... wait, does that sound right? Anyway ... I realised that the part which stood out for me was this:
As mentioned in another post, the first person to say that they liked my body as a whole, or that they liked my face and found me good looking, didn't appear until four years ago. My parents, various girlfriends, friends, lovers, and even my wife... no-one had ever told me that they found me attractive. Talented, clever, funny... never good looking.
Firstly, it's a crying shame that you had to wait that long before someone told you how beautiful you are. (Hey, can I just point out to everyone who reads Danny's journal that I'm actually heterosexual? I just realised how all the flirting we do must look to people who don't know me ... ladies feel free to ask for a demonstration.)
Secondly, I spent most of my life feeling the same way. I remember when I was at uni I could count the number of people who'd hugged me (and who weren't related to me) on the fingers of one hand. And I was really, really grateful for those hugs! I wish I could go back and tell the past me that he'd be getting thousands and thousands of hugs after not too long ...
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Date: 2006-11-22 08:38 am (UTC)As mentioned in another post, the first person to say that they liked my body as a whole, or that they liked my face and found me good looking, didn't appear until four years ago. My parents, various girlfriends, friends, lovers, and even my wife... no-one had ever told me that they found me attractive. Talented, clever, funny... never good looking.
Firstly, it's a crying shame that you had to wait that long before someone told you how beautiful you are. (Hey, can I just point out to everyone who reads Danny's journal that I'm actually heterosexual? I just realised how all the flirting we do must look to people who don't know me ... ladies feel free to ask for a demonstration.)
Secondly, I spent most of my life feeling the same way. I remember when I was at uni I could count the number of people who'd hugged me (and who weren't related to me) on the fingers of one hand. And I was really, really grateful for those hugs!
I wish I could go back and tell the past me that he'd be getting thousands and thousands of hugs after not too long ...