My genuine terror at the sight of women’s naked bodies, when my father left one of his private tapes in the VCR, would somewhat be telling of how I would come to feel about women when older….
I spent much of my childhood sat with my father or, amongst friends, ogling over scantily clad women. I knew as a boy, it was supposed to be the best thing ever, but with time, I would come to realise that I didn’t respond to the girls like they did, or more precisely that they didn’t provoke a response within me. But it wouldn’t be for long, as where I discovered that there were other things I preferred looking at, the things what the girls liked looking at, the response scantily clad women came to provoke, was in finding them gross.