I think the reason I like (young) boys is because I didn't grow up in the way I imagined I was supposed to, I had a somewhat difficult and disappointing childhood in which my own adrogyny was rather unaccepted, my Dad had a frightening and volatile temper, and I encountered my first battle with depression and suicidal thoughts at age 8. I felt a great deal of resentment for that during my mentally unstable teenage years which was when I first began to develop an affection towards boys. I knew that I was steadily losing my grip on youth and I was being thrust into an unwelcoming adult world which I did not ever feel quite ready for, and I longed to turn back time so badly ever since I was the age of 15. I detested birthdays and the process getting older; I longed for another chance to be young and happy and naive and untainted, it became my ideal. I saw boys who were still living out that ideal I had formed in my mind-- and I longed to be more like them and less like myself, because I hated myself to a high degree at that point. I could never have my chance to be the same as them again but oh, just to be near them would make me feel that much closer! I wanted to be with them because they had what I could never ever have again. I appraised youth to be the most valuable treasure one could possibly posess. I found that to be with those children was what I needed to keep the child inside of me alive, which was struggling to breath underneath the weight of new adult responsibilites aka calamaties. When I was with them I did not feel like my outside troubles could scathe me. They accepted me, they appreciated me, they admired me, for goodness sake they jumped all over me and for once I would be on Cloud 9, smiling almost as much as they were. Vacation Bible School week every July when I helped out with the kids. Best week of every year without fail. That was where it all started, where I met my first boy crush who was 10 when I was 15. And so then these feelings have continued ever since and have played a huge part in shaping who I am and what kind of life I have. Although these feelings took time to get used to, and they brought me agony at times, and scorn from others who could not understand me, and they have at times made me feel very seperated from the vast majority of the world, they brought me close to the boys in my life who have mattered so much to me and gained so much of my well deserved affection and admiration... And yes, to me, it's worth it.