(This is one of the blog entries I had to get out and post. As promised, there are earlier stories over the last two months that needs to be posted.)
Back in the summer of 2009, there was a young man (the term “young” being a figurative one – Though he continued to age with each passing year, he never really completely grew up.), who, in spite of having a job where he was making enough to just barely pay the bills, provide for his mainstream hobbies, and of course, have friends who shared that common interest, there was a secret he kept hidden from just about everyone who knew him.
As you may have figured out, that young man was me, in the last vestiges of what is rapidly becoming a “past life.”
The young man, in doing some searches via Google, came across a series of photos of a young lady in a schoolgirl outfit. Upon closer inspection of her Flickr photostream, that look was only one of about a hundred different looks, and she had thousands of followers and admirers.