Living in LA and Childhood sex life Today I saw some crazy people on the bus. One lady was mad because this other girl wouldn't pay her bus fare. As if it were her responsibility! Another guy's hands and face were covered in what looked like a lubricant. He was erasing lots of things on these sheets of paper. He took a break at one point to use scissors to cut his facial hair, rather ineffectively. Razors work better, but I guess his skin is sensitive? There were also shards of broken mirror on the floor. The bus was too strange, so I decided to look out the window. Bad idea. I see a guy with a candle holder, the tall ones they use in churches. He is attempting to balance it on his head. Let me tell you about my first french kiss. Well, I wouldn't quite call it that. I was in fourth grade. My boyfriend was Jeffrey Weingardner. He was a jock type, very cute. He had been my boyfriend since second grade. We decided to meet out at my mom's car to kiss (She taught at our school.) So there we are, very nervous. We decide we're ready. He then closes his eyes and sticks out his tongue! I think, "What am I supposed to do with that? That's not how you do it!" I had visions from movies in my head. No, no, no, he didn't know how to do this at all! So, I was left in a quandry. What did I do? I walked up to him, put my mouth around that tongue, then ran away as fast as I could. Hahahahahaha! My sexual life began much earlier, however, in kindergarten. Michael Gross drew me a picture of two people lying down in a bed. It was supposed to be the two of us, you know. How suggestive of him, no? I was also frequently sent to the principal's office for kissing the boys. I was also in the office all the time for band-aids. I was no girly girl, I was a tomboy who apparently liked kissing. If I didn't go to the office for a band-aid the admin staff would ask my mom if I was sick! We also played this game in elementary school called kissy kissy coo coo. The boys would chase the girls, calling out "kissy kissy coo coo" and if they caught the girls they would take them to the back fence, hold their arms up against the chain links, then kiss them! One time Jason Hunsaker was trying to catch me, and I really really didn't want him to kiss me! I ran fast that day! Another time I was over at a boy's house because my mom and his mom needed to talk about some computer stuff. Apple IIe's, yes indeed. Anyway, we were upstairs. He took me into the bathtub and we took off our clothes. This was all instigated by him. I was a wee kindergartner and he was a strapping third grader, the pervert. I was wearing my bee shirt, orange with a white bee sewn on. Well, I guess I wasn't wearing it any longer, was I? I didn't know what to think about the whole thing, but I certainly wasn't into it. Then our mothers were calling us! Oh no, we were naked, what would we do! Well, he was such a gentleman, he helped me get my clothes on first. We didn't get in trouble, but surely our mothers knew something had happened. I seem to recall being asked why were in the bathtub. I think he said we were playing hide and seek. I also had a long term mess around with my friend Caroline. We did get caught, though, and I got sent home in the middle of the night. This was also elementary school. I still remember what her coochy looked and smelled like. Then, in sixth grade I messed around with another friend. She always had those double stuffed iced over oreos and I wanted to eat all of them! Anyway, one time I was on top of her, and grinding away (with clothes on), locked into this fantasy that we talked about. I think I was on my to my first orgasm, totally unaware of her, when she stopped me because I was hurting her! I felt terrible about hurting her. I still do. This made me fearful of being on top for many years. If I let myself go, what would happen? Our fantasy was that we were taken hostage by a man who tied us together and put us in a room completely filled by a bed. So, the only thing we could do was have sex. That's about all I can remember about my childhood sex life. Well, Jeff also gave me this stuffed heart one time, and I didn't like it and was very embarrased about it. I ditched it in the neighbor's yard when my parents left me at home alone for the first time. |