We are approaching years end on this blog so I'd normally write something about how the year had been and how I'd see that following the tradition set just in 2019 after Christmas of 2018 following my arrival at asb.org and in April at Tumblr.
We might as well get one major impact on the year out of the way and say for me as with many of us the restrictions that came in mid March because of the Covid 19 pandemic emergency had an impact from not just everyday such as having to wear masks on the bus and shops but in meeting with others as staying overnight and even during daytime indoors was subject to severe restrictions.It was most fortunate that I did manage to get away to the Lake District here I was able to just be little me with friends as we played, scouted, went trainspotting and even rode on a steam railway.
It was being in the loco sheds surround by men and boys, the females having wondered off, that I realized towards the end of the week actually I just loved rugged masculine pursuits and places, feeling very much that this was my place.
Those adventures, overcoming fears set of my response to the health emergency spending time in the countryside, being physical active in all weathers enjoying nature and becoming much stronger and alert as the year went on.
I spend all year being ALB/ASB in grey shorts and turnover socks, to the point that I even attended my Uncles funeral in uniform minus badges and the like just accepted by family for being little me.
Littleness far from being a liability proved to be a great way to cope with the stresses and strains just focussing on what I'd of done as an actual bio-kid avoiding nonstop speculation, anxiety issues and update mania, keeping me grounded.
Men kept me grounded to treating me more as their own son, enquiring how I was and checking my understanding of what to do (and what not to).
It was the year too when I become more little, my short trousers after the trio to lakes got shorter in the leg as I discovered the joy of wearing 'proper' short trousers of the inside leg proportions I grew up with I know usually wear three or four inch inside leg lined shorts which do make me feel very smol.
I now enjoy wearing them much shorter for being closer to how I see me and my legs being less encased, enjoying scrambling on my knees just before Christmas in temperatures of just 4 degrees c.
I watched children's tv and reading comics, taking out subscriptions to a few such as The Phoenix enjoying them which was something I'd never outgrown looking forward to the plop of them coming through the letter box just as I did when I was officially young.
ASB came back on an invite only basis and I was invited, participating within the group and on my own forum we've had quite a bit of activity talking about past childhoods, uniforms and the like which showed there was a need for a site that allowed that given the iffy nature of Misterpoll availability and facilities like no messaging.
While covid presently means plans to get away in the early part of next year are off, I am looking to getting out and about as an adult little boy in my uniform with others later on.
The one thing I would say was the year will be very much one of the boy who came out in the community as a LB during lockdown, finding acceptance and being cared for enjoying being who I am, having fun.
It will involve more time exploring, playing and just being little.
I'm just a boy.

















































