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I don't swing that way either, but I never really felt that free with my nieces, because I never felt sure that anybody else understood how important which way you swing can be. Pedo is such a gender-neutral term. Of course I understood that any interest I showed in my brother's son would be suspect (I think I didn't find him attractive because he wasn't, though who knows what role taboo played; his blond bestie from across the street was to die for, and I doubt I could have resisted had there been opportunity but as it happened there was not). My nieces, the offspring of my other brother, were more attractive (the older one a genuine beauty, if I am any judge) and though I experienced less inhibition with them the kind of sharing you describe would have struck me as unwelcome to, at least, their mother. (Goes back to her wedding to my brother, at which both I and my lesbian date behaved somewhat badly, and to another incident in which I was drunkenly and profusely profane during a Christmas visit when the girls were young enough that I ought to have known better.) The boys she liked at school, omg. I hope you solicited detailed descriptions of their charms! Sometimes I think eight-year-old girls are what we all are at heart. Though I guess I first recall romantically idealizing boys at around 12 or 13; but maybe the gay thing slowed me down, the girls had been after those same boys for years already. hugzu ;-p