Be prepared

“A Scout is trustworthy, loyal, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent.” (The Boy Scout Oath)

And now they are going to be sexually educated.

Here’s an article from the Daily Record (UK):

Boy scouts to be given sex advice and free condoms

BOY Scouts are set to be offered condoms and taken on trips to sexual health clinics.

But the new guidlines by the Scout Association have angered traditionalists.

The SA suggest visits to sex clinics for explorer scouts, aged 14 to 18.

The new policy will apply to all age groups, aged 10 and up. But leaders of beavers and cubs – for kids aged six to 10 – are told that it’s unlikely they will need to take “positive action”.

The Chief Scout, former Blue Peter star Peter Duncan, said: “We must be realistic and accept that around a third of young people are sexually active before 16. We have a duty to promote safe and responsible relationships.”

The new guidance says scout leaders can give out condoms but “only if they believe the young person is very likely to begin or continue having intercourse with or without contraception”. It says leaders should “encourage young people to resist pressure to have early sex”.

A visit to, or by, a sexual health clinic may help to “break illusions”.

The association acted after last year’s centenary World Jamboree in Essex, attended by around 40,000 boys and girls. Leaders asked for guidance on how to deal with requests from the youngsters for advice on sex.

In his book Scouting For Boys, the movement’s founder Lord Baden Powell advised any boys who feel sexual urges to “wash your parts in cold water and cool them down”.

He later wrote that young men should not indulge “primitive sexual urges” but should put their energies into “hiking and the enjoyment of the out-of-door manly activities” rather than “aimless loafing and smutty talks”.

Yesterday, ex-shadow health secretary Ann Widdecombe said: “This is not what parents expect of the Scout Association. They are sending their children off to a leisure activity, not for sex education.”

But Beverley Hughes, Minister for Young People, said: “We warmly welcome this new sexual health guide.”

There are no plans to award badges for sex education.

Growing up in a rural area in southern New England, I have fond memories of the Boy Scouts. I was a Cub Scout for several years, then grew too old for that sort of thing. But I joined the Boy Scouts when I was 13 because one in particular spent a lot of time hiking and camping – which was a great excuse to spend a lot of time away from home.

I stayed in until I was almost 18, which seemed particularly uncool in the 1970s, but as we had a very unconventional troop, it was okay. When the scoutmaster had to retire for medical reasons, the two or three of us who were older took over his duties – not unlike the situation in the movie Stripes. I learned first aid, survival camping techniques, marksmanship (back in the pre-PC days when you could touch a rifle outside of a museum), and how to keep one’s cool under disadvantageous circumstances. For instance, how to hide the weed and Boone’s Farm wine when the regional director showed up for surprise inspections.

The Scouts get a bad rap when people make jokes about pedophile scoutmasters and campfire circle jerks; I never saw any of that, nor did I even hear any rumors to that effect in my district. For the most part, the scouts were just normal guys who enjoyed hiking, camping, and doing something more interesting than hanging out at the local schoolyard trying to sneak a smoke. I imagine that it’s much different today now that most kids have all sorts of things with which to occupy their time.

And that whole gay scoutmaster flap a few years ago? The Scouts are run by adults, and troops are generally tied in with a local elementary school or a church. Like most youth organizations, they barely have enough people willing to volunteer their time and resources to be troop leaders. The kids themselves don’t care who takes them hiking, canoing, or to the Jamborees, they just want to have fun. It was only a matter of time before the organization figured out their priorities.

Many years ago, the Scout Handbook mentioned, with regard to masturbation, that while it might feel exciting to young boys, it would eventually “cause them to worry,” that is, to feel guilty and preoccupied. And while I’m opposed in principle to organizations sexually educating children without the consent of parents (for instance, public schools), the fact that these are young teen boys in a groups in which their parents can remove them (should they be morally opposed) does not strike me as a major issue. I imagine what will strike most people, though, is the seeming disconnect between the idea (ideal?) of a squeaky clean, morally upright Scout learning about condoms.

The sooner we, as a society, can kick off the notion that morality is tied to sexuality (or more specifically, sexual enjoyment among consenting partners), the better off we will all be.

Forced Bye

Okay, I have a question.

It’s about the reaction to one of my stories. I think I’m missing something.

53 Days is not my most popular story, but it has managed to garner quite a few hits since I published it at the end of May. It’s a short tale about a chastified man who jokingly suggests that his wife’s friend, Chris, take care of him while his wife goes away on a business trip. The humorous part is when his wife agrees – and just before she leaves (when he is restrained to the bed, of course) she introduces him to her friend, Chris – short for Christopher.

Oops. Mistaken identity revealed, and hilarity ensues.

Anyway, I’ve have about 20 comments on that story, mostly from women, all of whom expressed some curiosity over “what happens next?” I’ve also had emails to that effect, which puzzles me; it’s been my experience that women do not appreciate the idea of two or more men together. Sexually, I mean.

When Mrs. Edge read the story, she thought it was amusing, but when I later asked if the idea was a turn on, she wrinkled her nose in that “Eww, there’s a dead mouse in the garage,” way.

Maybe it’s a generational thing? Over the last few years, the few women in my social circle who have even mentioned anything in that neighborhood all seem to show a disinclination to see M/M sex. Not that the subject comes up often – I am surrounded by couples in their 40s to 60s who seem to have missed that “sexual revolution” that you used to hear about. But that’s another topic.

I’m aware of M/M slashfic, and have, in fact, looked some over. I mean, who can resist some hawt Kirk/Spock action, right? My guess is that women close to my own age probably aren’t participating in those boards – at least, not very many of them.

This is not me with Chris and Pat

Conventional wisdom on this suggests that women are threatened by the idea of two men. If men don’t need women, then what value do they have? That’s old skool thinking, of course, but I suppose that it’s valid in some situations. My own perspective is that if one attractive man is good, then two must be twice as good, right? I mean, it’s a bunch of rippling muscles, hard cocks, hot, sweaty, pumping action. . .

Whew! I suddenly feel a bit warm, and I have the urge to eat a hot dog.

Anyway, I do know that many of you – women and men – actually do get aroused over the idea of M/M action, written or otherwise. So, let me ask: What do you get out of it? What’s the attraction for you?

HNT – it’s chilly!

Ah yes. . . it’s good to be back!

No biking today – the frost is on the car, and I had to finally fire up the furnace. The morning chill is making it more and more difficult to get out of bed early enough to exercise. But somehow I managed to sneak in a cell phone pic for my loyal readers.

When I get under 185, I’m going to ask Mrs. Edge to take a better shot with a real camera.

Milestones

MJ’s slave, on October 18th, 2008 at 4:11 pm Said:

yeah, yeah, yeah to all that…
Where have you been??
Almost two weeks since the last post…so you must be getting incredibly fit by now!!
When might we expect a new HNT, sir??
~s/nik

: wanders into the office :

: runs a dustcloth over the desk and keyboard :

: sits down at desk and leans back in chair :

“Dad? Can you help me with my Spanish homework? How do I know if this is an irregular verb?”

: sits back down :

: opens Mozilla Seamonkey :

“Tom? Can you print out the church fair sign-up sheets? I think that they’re in my Documents folder, but I can’t remember who’s account I was logged into when I created them. No, I didn’t name them – does it matter?”

: gets comfortable :

: spends some too much time lurking at other blogs :

: surfs over to personal blog page :

“Hey Dad? Check out this YouTube – it’s, like, a zombie Sailor Moon ninja in the Naruto universe. It’s like, the funniest thing.”

: re-opens browser :

: cracks knuckles :

: stares out the window for a few moments :

“Hello, Mr. Allen? Sorry to call you so early in the morning, but your wife said it was okay. We need you to bring the teflon cookie sheets down to the church kitchen when you come down in an hour. She said that you’d know which ones. “

: closes eyes and invokes inner focus :

: takes a sip of coffee and begins :

Can you freakin’ believe this? You’ve been waiting for weeks for me to write an actual post, and it’s not about orgasm denial, chastity, snarking on the clueless, or kink in society. Hell, you might as well just mark this as “Read” and go on over to read Elle or NW/GH (who seem to squeeze more kinky hotness into a week than most of us have during the rest of the year). I mean, when did Tom Allen’s Chastity Blog become Tom Allen’s Fitness Blog, huh?

I’ve spent a lot of time lurking at the various blogs to which I subscribe, some of which are listed on my ever growing blogroll, some of which are on my Google Reader, and some of which I stumble across while reading others. And while I’ve been not writing, it doesn’t mean that I’ve been slacking off.

A few months ago The Edge of Vanilla passed its 2 year Blogiversary, which makes it something like 17 in internet years, right?

Also, somewhere in there I passed the 200th post. That means that even with my slack time, I’ve been averaging two posts a week for two years. I’m not even going to tell you how many drafts I have, because it bothers me to think about all those unfinished projects just hanging around, sucking the psychic energy from that teeny little creative section in the back of my brain.

But the reason that I didn’t mention any of this last month is because (to me) they pale in comparison to the real milestone that I passed a couple of weeks ago:

I lost over ten pounds (that’s 5 kilos for those of you outside the US) of body weight, and almost 3 inches (7 cm) off of my waist! Woot!

:crickets:

Geez, it sounded so good when it was in my head, but it looks so lame in writing.

At some point a couple of years ago, I was actually a tad over 200 lbs. Last year I managed to lose a bit and tone up, but the winter holidays conspired to put some of that back on. Over the spring and summer I made a concerted effort to become more fit, and instead of blogging, I used my internet time to research fitness, weight loss, health, and exercise in order to come up with a plan that works for me. For a few months I was discouraged because I just couldn’t break under the 190 lb mark, but I’ve managed to tweak some things in my diet and exercise plan, and I’ve seen it creep lower.

This morning, I was 187 lbs. This is the least I’ve weighed in five years. Yay, me!

Okay, sure, I used the bathroom first and got on the scale entirely naked, but hey – I’m trending in the right direction.

I went to a function yesterday and wore my good suit. The fastened pants literally fell down to my ankles before I put on the belt. My jeans now fit me right out of the dryer, without having to pre-wear them for a day to stretch them out a bit. I’m constantly prancing around in my boxer briefs, like the character from Risky Business – although it’s still a bit more distressing for Mrs. Edge to watch me doing it instead of that other Tom.

There were a couple of weeks that I didn’t work out in the morning because I was busy with a local charity function that left me exhausted every night, but I’m rested up now and back to my 20 minutes a day. The weather in New England is getting chilly – the leaves are turning and there has been frost on my car a few times now – so I may end up putting the bike away soon. I’ve been riding 10 to 15 miles a week, mostly fast sprinting for cardio. I’m going to need to find some kind of replacement because I’ll be pretty upset to backslide over the winter.

I had promised somebody that I’d get a picture of me in my bicycle shorts before the year was out. Here’s me getting ready to go out on one of the last warm days of the season. I didn’t like the way that my gut was hanging over the waistband, but at least my ass looks good in black.

It’s not an HNT, but there’s blackness and shinyosity – can that be so bad?