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Hey, Schoolboy in the Second Row!

Relax the Fraying Wool, Slacken Ties . . .

Schoolboys Who Love Schoolboys
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Hey, schoolboy in the second row
The teacher's lookin' over
So I got to whisper way down low
To say, "Who-bop-a-loo-chi-bop!
Let's meet after school at three."

~modified from "Hey Schoolgirl" (written by Simon and Garfunkel when they were fifteen and called themselves Tom and Jerry . . . which aren't even their real first names, anyway)

This community is dedicated to schoolboy slash and all that implies. Dead Poets Society, A Separate Peace, School Ties . . . And so on and so forth. Fic, art, discussion, etc.

Neil: So what are you going to do, Charlie?
Dalton: Damn it, Neil, the name is Nuwanda.

~Dead Poets Society

"I lost part of myself to him then, and a soaring sense of freedom revealed that this must have been my purpose from the first: to become a part of Phineas."
~from A Separate Peace

You take your white finger
Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer
Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties
And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes
Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave this academic factory . . .

~"The Dark of the Matinee," Franz Ferdinand

When you're a boy,
You can wear a uniform.
When you're a boy,
Other boys check you out . . .

~"Boys Keep Swinging," David Bowie