We talk quite a bit about uniform as in what we may wear when recreating 'school' or about more casual or 'play' wear that taps into our sense of being forever a boy but there's a place seven days a week, three-hundred and sixty-five days each year that's also in our life.
For some of us even it was a part of our schooling too.
Yip bedtime with it's rituals of taking off and folding our clothes neatly, with stuff for the was to one side, standing as I did in line to brush your teeth at the sink after going the toilet and putting on your pajamas.
To me a part of my ASB life revolves as much about that although I've yet to attend a ASB boarding school and part of involves wearing the same sort of pajamas I wore then as today what a number of boys wear to bed is different being more lounge wear based on a t shirt and shorts but usually a jersey knit.
Back in the day it was different. You had polyester mixes or cotton which may of had either a plaid, striped or plain colour with contrasting trim print cut to make a full length shirt styled top with buttons and long trousers with a button fly.
As mine needed replacing I picked up a pair by Myers in light blue with a pocket which is handy for tissues as well as that button fly that saves time going to the toilet at night trying take your Pj bottoms down.
Back then during winter I did wear a white vest underneath the top for extra warm in an era before we had central heating or less than reliable oil based radiators that didn't quite warm the whole dorm.
I may well do the same this winter.
Back then it was all blankets that you had to fold and tuck in neatly at the corners too rather than fitted sheets and duvets covers which once you have got the knack of getting the duvet in is easier.
The inspiration for posts comes from the most unusual places and this one goes back to late last week and my Tumblr.
I quite innocuously thought when I saw this "well this was a part of my past" and maybe posting it on Tumblr might produce a few likes but it lead to a number of thoughts and comments.
One of first is in today's world it certainly polarizes people, like there are, as Sammy said some who absolutely hate it and everything it represents from the world of the Cowboy, the tough and actually caring man who defended his family and community from threats and general lawlessness.
None of us are so ignorant to say the relationship between settlements and First Nation peoples was perfect and that wrongs were not committed but in looking at the value of things few things are perfect and there was (and is) a value on have strong men who could stand up to threats and take care of situations.
There are too those who regard Boys as being a 'problem' cos we ARE different even as much as our sense of gender identities may differ from that of Girls (and by extension, Women).
No matter how much female lead educators and academics try to push a 'gender neutral' way of raising and educating boys and girls, in most situation that boy always comes out with something different and time-honoured-his boyishness.
For instance for as much as I did play with dolls and spend time with girls enjoying it, I also would freely gravitate to my collection of cap guns playing cops and robbers pretending to shoot dead the robber even if I'd been playing in a more nurturing way minutes before.
I'd also play dress up as a Cowboy, doing the outfit with its hat, gun holster and gun standing tall enjoying pretending to lasso horses, chasing after people with my gun out from its holster and play dead too if shot at in play.
I loved playing with guns, all sorts of guns and as much as we may well prefer to talk out people in situations there are times where it is impossible so whatever laws may be in place wherever you live, fact is responsible adults may have little option but to use them and so guns have place in society.
People worry about fighting and sure some fighting is wrong, but the fights we have as boys are different because we are testing each others limits, learning to respect them to control our strength and yes even the aggression we are capable of.
That keeps us and society safe long term.
I found playing with more 'physical' boys helped me let all that out while at the same time toughening me up being able to give out and take it which helped when it came to forming clear cut bonds with boys.
It's why I can look you in the eye because we both know what we are whatever differences we had. I love being a boy and wouldn't swap it for anything.
Hello and welcome to another week here at That Uniformed Schoolboy where we will be talking about something that matters to us, getting in contact and being able to discuss our lives.
For a variety of reasons forums for us don't tend to last long, common ones being been seen as some as 'in' with adult content or seeing what we do as a 'fetish' although it has to be said fetishes need not be remotely sexual strictly speaking but a good number of hosts have issues around this
One that relaunched in April was adultschoolboy.org which I joined a good number and in effect rejoined but while it helped me no end, the forum' technical side had a lot issues effecting the hosting on a web server.
Dealing with that required sadly a good chunk of the functionality needed to be removed such as messaging which at least at my end appeared to be a resource hog and the forum sections which given last post displayed first nature was a must.
It also was the case in removing those sections, the posts made within them went which included a good few I made around the more being that school-aged child again.
The forum for all that was removed did continue on with quite a bit of activity with posts on it and people exchanging emails, tumblr addresses etc so at least it was fulfilling that need.
It went for a period of a couple of days reappearing on Wednesday late afternoon on a new host.
What different people want or need from a forum can vary and for some the spanking side which may feature pictures can be a turn-off.
I have made a place which is different to ASB in a number of ways to which a link is on the Favourite Sites tab on this blog.
The Uniformed Regressors Spot, to give its full title is a Tapatape based forum for discussing Uniform, past childhoods and being an adult child taking in regression.
What is NOT going to be on their is anything sexual nor spanking related with associated contacts because we're in the mindset of an legal adult who is back to being a child with all that appropriate for him as if he were a legal child and with the same restrictions as any decent grown up would have for him.
If he has anything connected to spanking in his life that remains strictly between him and the adult(s) off site.
If you are prepared to follow the rules and feel the need for such a discussion point you are welcome to apply.
I have made few posts around boys uniform on this blog and seeing we are a week after our anniversary post I thought I'd return to that topic.
The initiated on Tumblr and ASB know the extent to which longs and I aren't normally at one which goes back to my schooldays being one boy who preferred his shorts and long socks whatever the powers that be or some other boys thought about it.
Part of that is really more I'm a junior fitting well within a Prep School mind at least when it comes to more developmental areas but the other is connected around disability.
I have a curved spine which means apart from having lower back pain most of the time the shape differs so unless I wear at least semi elasticated trousers or a belt, they don't fit well.
Belts tend to gnaw at it if you have them tight enough stay not just up but flush with my waist apart from being awkward for me to undo.
Recently though I acquired a pair of Trutex schoolboy classic straight longs that came in a more fuller fit and partial elasticated waist in my size that means while they can take a belt, I can dispense with it knowing they'll stay on properly.
Over a shirt and Y Fronts, they actually fit me perfectly, better even from one pair of Chino's that also are elasticated with nothing trapped so I not only look smart, I do feel confident wearing them.
One year ago, I decided to write a new blog after a very long gap that went back to the mid 2000's when I briefly had a blog on Friends Reunited and after that folded although I like many looked at many sites and blogs, some with now dead hosts I never really found anywhere I felt so comfortable in.
Part of that is because what I am about and what since starting this blog I have found other people about tends to fall between what some people will accept in mainstream sites for non minors and what other people put in with 'adult content' even though there isn't anything that actually meets its everyday definitions.
Part of this is different people use terms and labels as they feel fit but for me being an Adult School Boy is routed more what comes under Age Regression, the extent to which you revert back to being a child, specifically a boy of school age for me from which your actions such as playing etc flow from freely rather than Age Play which is more about acting in accordance of persona of a certain age from an Adult mindset and which may take you into certain adult areas.
For me when I am in a more School Based setting I'm not re-imagining my own education experiences so much as I am reliving those days as if today was that day studying in the way that we did and very much of the mind of that child.
While my era was one that certainly did include a lot of 'chalk and talk', a strongly deferential Sir and child distinction and spanking for one thing it isn't all about on getting a spanking by going to a 'headmaster' figure in a (vintage) uniform as an end in itself.
Far from it, for me the act of reliving ones school days by studying more in way we did, wearing the kind of uniform we did is connected more around the disciplines required to master subjects.
Given the all too real difficulties I have in learning, learning in a more structured, purposeful way with a strong emphasis on mastering facts and skills it aids me as a person who struggled first time around.
People do have different points of view around spanking and if it should be in that relived experience (it doesn't have to be and this blog has never been about spanking) but in so far as it applies to me, it only applies if by the norms of that era I did something that would of resulted in it rather than my actively seeking it having accepted that as legal adult.
One thing I touched on very early on within the blog too some of my own personal struggles such as dealing with multiple disabilities which for me was very much a part of my own childhood which is an area of this life I freely talk about not least because at least in someways society - and that includes you - has moved on even if one one hand we have still pockets of outright discrimination and abuse and on the other patronizing highly Pc attitudes that only undermine not just our self worth but also of expecting us to ' be wrapped in cotton wool' and not expected to work within the same social expectations and everyday rules as everyone else.
Another area is the mish-mash around sex and gender roles and identities where by the standards of that era although I liked being a boy, some of the things I naturally liked tended to be looked down on for being more 'girlish' which at times left me feeling very much an outsider in my own shell.
When I started this blog, it was before I started to directly follow and interact even with people on social media in which I arrived in April, pretty 'green' on Tumblr with a Tumblr a bit like this blog that has built up a fairly big following.
Through that interaction and people just being open about themselves I have become much more confident around who I am.
Recently I had the opportunity to engage with others in a water fight, the kind of thing you may well of done but for a variety of reasons I never did.
Going out with some old clothes on - a t shirt and football shorts - I went out armed with a water pistol, fully loaded.
I approached my adversaries at close quarters, making eye contact firing at them as I felt alive in my boy physic repealing them as they soaked me, not giving up until the very end even as my face and eyes were covered.
I stood up for myself, channeling my masculine sides energy through me with no shame nor fear in the presence of others.
I stood there having faced down my fears and issues victorious. I had shown myself to be a Real Boy and it felt good.
