Confession: I was a Teenaged Pervert

I remember high school, the library. I’d be the only one checking out Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes, thought of myself as a poet. But there was another book there, ask most people who went to school in the 80's and they probably know it. It was one of the most ‘read’ books in my boy’s school library: Manwatching, by Desmond Morris. It was a lavishly illustrated anthropological study of human beings and their behavioural psychology. Groundbreaking, even. He’d talk about body language, showing pictures of different cultures and how they express anger or love, or how we perceive things in different ways. One experiment he referenced was a Stanford University experiment- locked kids up, deprived them of sleep. They went nuts after about an hour. Which is about what I get every night.

It was so popular with the teenage boys because there were a couple of pictures of naked women. Hardly classifies as porn, but, as hot-blooded teenaged boys, well, it was probably the closest we’d get until, hopefully, an ill-conceived fumble at the school disco. I read the book, too, and I mean actually read it. Twice. That makes me a more educated pervert, I think… Being a teenager is hell.

So you don’t have enough gratuitous nudity… here’s some for ya!

Found this today. It’s the surgical bolt I had put in my shoulder after a parenting mishap two years ago. I was leaping over a low wall at a children’s birthday party, and swan-dived onto my shoulder, which exploded. I didn’t post pictures at the time, because
a) This was still inside me
b) Afterwards I couldn’t lift my arm

On the back of my shoulder is the scar where they pulled it out again. I was quite proud of it- first time this surgical widget had been used in Africa… Didn’t work all that well. It would be very difficult to lift Manwatching with that shoulder right now.

I edited out my face. Hope nobody Photoshops it back on…