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| Leslie & Magnolia x soulangeana - 6 June 1995 |
“Too old to be content with play, too young to be untroubled by desire.” Faust – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“Demasiado viejo para contentarme con juegos, demasiado joven para que no me pertubre el deseo.” Fausto - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Viejo verde llaman al que mantiene o ejecuta algunos modelos y acciones de joven, impropios a su edad. Diccionario de autoridades – 1739
A green man is one who does models or actions of a young person, improper for his age.
A viejo verde is Spanish for a dirty old man. I could never title this blog in English as such as the Blogger or social media police would flag it as not following their community standards.
My adventure into the topic all began when I was in kindergarten in Buenos Aires where I would lift up the skirt of one of the three girls (there were two boys) of the Diligenti quintuplets. Obviously in this century I would have been locked away.
I must have been around 10 when an adventurous American girl my age asked me, “Do you want to see it?” I did.
It was around 1960 when I was an alto saxophone player in the St.Ed’s High School band in Austin that my interest in white underwear progressed. We played in the school football games. Right by us were the cheerleaders. Our school was a boy’s school so the girls in the squad came from the Roman Catholic school St. Mary’s from the other side of Austin. I was madly attracted to a very short Mexican/American called Judy Reyes. I was keen and alert to be able to see when she would jump and show off her underwear.
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| Judy Reyes |
The closest I ever got in my relationship to her was to take her a couple of times to the movies and to meet her parents. About 10 years ago I located her in San Antonio where at the time she had a store that sold (yes!) cheerleading equipment. My guess is that by then the girls would (unfortunately) wear multi-coloured underwear.
Now at my overripe age of 81 I feel I may be too old to be a genuine viejo verde. I feel that I am going back to the roots of my youth. In 1995 I photographed the always willing to pose for me Salem in my studio. I told her that in high school we boys would discuss a fictitious occurrence that none of us ever tried. This was to slip a little mirror into the slot where you would put a penny in a penny loafer. You would then walk up to a girl and get close and then look down. We imagined that this would have placed us in an un-Roman Catholic heaven.
Looking at these negative scans of Salem which in this 21st century would be deemed as tame, I glory at the fact that although I am 81, I feel that I am a young and innocent young boy seeing it for the first time.
