Ah yes, I remember it well. I was twelve. A Catholic priest brought me into a private room, on my own, and showed me a photograph of a naked boy. The boy was standing on some rocks by a river bank. He was trying to spear a fish with a […]
Ah yes, I remember it well. I was twelve. A Catholic priest brought me into a private room, on my own, and showed me a photograph of a naked boy. The boy was standing on some rocks by a river bank. He was trying to spear a fish with a […]