NeedleRemorse,
Greymoor is right. But everything I like to do is verboten in the politically correct town in The Peoples' Republic of Madison.
Since I was 5 years old I've liked guns (my coonskin cap went everywhere), knives, motorcycles and beautiful women. (No kidding. There was this buxom platinum blonde who was the emcee for western movies in Milwaukee in 1955, Our Gal Sal. I sent her birthday cards.) My mom found stilettos in my pockets, and just put them back. Most kids hit record stores; I hung out at 'West Side Cycle,' a shop that catered to custom Harleys in Milwaukee.
I was a C.C Rider, wearing his colors amongst 40,000 leftist students during the war years in Madison. Yikes, most times I got shunned. A professor made sport of my hobby in front of 400 students during a lecture.
I got to tell you, being 53 is great in some ways. I get to buy all of the stuff I missed as a boy! You should see my knife collection now, or try to beat me on my PS1!
I think maturing is over-rated.