Without question, the most frightening my boyhood nightmares, weren’t actually nightmares at a

Without question, the most frightening my boyhood nightmares, weren’t actually nightmares at all. Being the ones which were deeply homoerotic. The shocking sight of myself effeminately among scantily clad, muscular specimens. Without words, she was saying,   

“Whats the problem, don’t you want to play with the boys? Scared you might be……

…………. turned on?”