My experience as a Cub Scout in the 1970s (I never made it to Boy Scouts) was that we would give a few minutes of half-assed effort towards some activity like making clay roses or construction paper houses, and then we’d go outside and play “Smear the Queer” the rest of the afternoon. This game is inconceivable in today’s world, not just because of the horribly inappropriate name but also because it was just mob violence for little boys. One kid would pick up the football and run around while everyone else tried to slam them into the ground, at which point some other kid would pick up the football and run around with it. I guess I was smarter than everybody else because it soon occurred to me that picking up the football was a really dumb idea.
I did spend a lot of time volunteering at the local recycling center, though. My parents (slightly older hippies) were so proud of me, but they didn’t realize I did it because of all the porn magazines we found. Like, I literally had a closet filled with duplicate copies of Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and Oui.
People still love football and rough housing. Boys still wrestle and tackle each other all the time. I don’t know if they call it smear the queer anymore, but frankly we never called it smear the queer in front of adults, so I dunno
I think even more boys are lifting these days than back then, but I have no concrete evidence beyond the boys I’ve met.
I do feel sad about how easy porn is to procure now. It used to be something special to have a magazine and be able to share it with friends. There’s a comedian who talks about “porn in the woods” and like, I remember porn in the woods. It was the little free library of teenage boys before hipsters started making little free libraries. Knowing where it was stashed was a big deal. You couldn’t let that info fall into the wrong hands, and adding to the collection was like being in the club; A real pillar of the community. Depending on the story of how you got it, it could even make you a hero
I hope there’s something out there that’s taken it’s place in boy society
Then there was scouting……
And this was in the 1970s, so I don’t know what happened to the world since, especially with environmental awareness and action.
My experience as a Cub Scout in the 1970s (I never made it to Boy Scouts) was that we would give a few minutes of half-assed effort towards some activity like making clay roses or construction paper houses, and then we’d go outside and play “Smear the Queer” the rest of the afternoon. This game is inconceivable in today’s world, not just because of the horribly inappropriate name but also because it was just mob violence for little boys. One kid would pick up the football and run around while everyone else tried to slam them into the ground, at which point some other kid would pick up the football and run around with it. I guess I was smarter than everybody else because it soon occurred to me that picking up the football was a really dumb idea.
I did spend a lot of time volunteering at the local recycling center, though. My parents (slightly older hippies) were so proud of me, but they didn’t realize I did it because of all the porn magazines we found. Like, I literally had a closet filled with duplicate copies of Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and Oui.
People still love football and rough housing. Boys still wrestle and tackle each other all the time. I don’t know if they call it smear the queer anymore, but frankly we never called it smear the queer in front of adults, so I dunno
I think even more boys are lifting these days than back then, but I have no concrete evidence beyond the boys I’ve met.
I do feel sad about how easy porn is to procure now. It used to be something special to have a magazine and be able to share it with friends. There’s a comedian who talks about “porn in the woods” and like, I remember porn in the woods. It was the little free library of teenage boys before hipsters started making little free libraries. Knowing where it was stashed was a big deal. You couldn’t let that info fall into the wrong hands, and adding to the collection was like being in the club; A real pillar of the community. Depending on the story of how you got it, it could even make you a hero
I hope there’s something out there that’s taken it’s place in boy society