Crossing The Line
Crossing The Line, by Sydney Black Introduction My relationship with my beautiful, feminine mother was unusual, to put it mildly. I was a gentle, slight, attractive boy, almost pretty in my own right, and I was completely in her thrall. I was in love with my mother, but she was also my idol. Kept hidden under my mattress, in a way that I naively thought went undetected, was my little treasure trove of trinkets related to her - a lipstick that she had discarded, a pair of...