Rediscovering The Lost Boys

As a 14 year old adolescent, I never quite understood where I fitted in. Yeah, I’d play dead arm games (and would often be crowned the winner) as it was my way of showing how tough I could be. I learnt that the manliness badge was bestowed on those who could muster up copious amounts of testosterone that fuelled them to play tough, play football and be the playboy amongst the girls. Hmmm, I was playing tap dancing on a Friday evening and…