When I was in grade school, I didn’t like playing with the other guys. I was smaller and weaker, didn’t enjoy sports largely because of that, and really wasn’t into the roughhousing and mischief that happened at recess. For a few years, I’d hang out with a couple of girls, or just go off by myself. This probably sounds weird, but I was very interested in the world around me - watching insects, taking things apart and seeing how they worked, reading, etc. than in trying put a ball through an obstacle better than the next guy.
Plus my nearsightedness was pretty bad and constantly changing. It wasn’t until maybe 7th or 8th grade that I ended up with a good optometrist who set me up with glasses that really worked and I could actually see the world past a few feet away.
Eventually, I found a couple of guys that I could hang out with who were more interested in playing with Matchbox cars than in terrorizing the girls and beating each other to a pulp.
Luckily, I went to a Catholic elementary school that was pretty mainstream at the time (would probably be considered ultra-conservative now). I think the nuns thought I was a little weird, but I was a good student and a polite child and they did their best to quell the ridicule that comes from being a little different.
As I got older and got into high school, I found out I wasn’t the only guy who didn’t share the “sports uber alles” mentality and had a great group of friends to hang out with at school and after, and when adolescence kicked in, there was no question that I was heterosexual.
I was one of those guys who didn’t really develop until late in high school. All of a sudden, I had muscles and broad shoulders, strength and agility - just as it was time to go to college and concentrate on preparing for a career.
I shudder to think what could have happened to me if a bunch of gay activists had used my different interests and development timeframe as a tool to convert me in gradeschool.
Even in Catholic schools today, boys are being encouraged to “come out” in their freshman or sophomore year. It’s the very worst possible time for them to define what is supposedly a lifelong identity. But it’s considered repressive to discourage the process, which is widely applauded by the MTV generation.
” watching insects, taking things apart and seeing how they worked, reading, etc. than in trying put a ball through an obstacle better than the next guy”, all of these sound like VERY male endeavors.