Yeah, Falcon, I thought you were a guy too. On another thread, we discussed gender associations with names, and agreed that the only critters with feminine associations were cats and sometimes birds. I suppose raptors just aren’t included among those birds.
So if you wanted to get it through our thick skulls that you’re female, you’ll have to go by Ms. Falcon or something. Actually, I think it would be kind of cool to have an androgynous handle, but I’m kinda stuck on Borishood.
I visited the link on lupus on your website. It was great.
Nothing I write about any person or group should be applied to a larger group.
In that last paragraph did italicizing ‘love’ in the statement about loving being a loner mean you are being sarcastic or serious ? Because if you’re serious about that, that’s a tough row to hoe.
I was 26. Wanted to wait until I had found someone for a deep and special relationship. I did. To bad she turned out to be Evil Incarnate. Regardless, she was a walking Penthouse Forum and introduced me to all sorts of neat bedroom play. Stuff that I had only read about and never thought would happen to me.
I was a very willing student, and am now in the position to be the ‘teacher’ where my new love (who is vey naive in such matters) is concerned. Personally, I am very glad that I never followed the sterotypical guy attitude about promiscuity.
I was about two weeks short of my 16th birthday. He was 18. We were both virgins, and had little to no idea what we were doing. It sure was fun to learn.
I was 19, so was he. It was not the greatest experience physically for the consumation (everything else was hunky dory until then), but he was very sweet and gentle and patient and not much more experienced than me. We humped like rabbits after the soreness went away. I would not change a thing.
That depends entirely on how you define “virginity”. The first time I did something I consider to be “sex”, I was 18. She was 15, and it was her idea. She was my first girlfriend of any sort, and we hadn’t even been seeing each other for a week at that point. It was really good, though, and we were together for some time after that. She was very experienced, and is personally responsible for lowering my purity score fifty points, at least.
If you mean “when was the first time you had a real, honest-to-god penis in your vagina”, that didn’t happen until I was 20. I never saw him again.
God is dead. -Nietzsche
Nietzsche is dead. -God
Neitzsche is God. -Dead
My first time was pretty young. At least the first time I considered sex. There were nudity play games before then, but no oral, anal genital contact of any kind. I was in 6th grade the first time I had sex with another boy, incidently he was in 7th grade. We actually were “caught” by my father, but we had already been having sex for quite a long time by that time.
My first relationship that I consider “real” was when I was in 7th grade with Kurt. He was also in 7th grade. His parents owned a liquor store and he took some gin from them. We got drunk in a storm tunnel underneath the highway near our respective homes and had sex together. For a while after that he pretended it didn’t happen so I did not bring it up. Eventually he asked if I remembered what we did in the tunnel. I said yes and said if he wanted to do it again he did not have to get me drunk. Then we started dating. The best part is that I could let boys sleep over at my house but not girls, not like I wanted to. We were together for a year and a half.
I did not have sex again until I was 16. I had two boyfriends, and then when I was 17 I met the man for all intents and purposes became my husbear. I have another topic and I’ll post it so as not to hijack this thread.
HUGS!
Sqrl
PS. For all of those who did not have a choice in the matter. I hope that you pressed charges.
Gasoline: As an accompaniement to cereal it made a refreshing change. Glen Baxter
I was serious. I do love my solitary lifestyle. Of course that doesn’t mean that I don’t get lonely. I think it’s just like the way many people with “significant others” sometimes feel crowded. It’s normal, and only temporary.
Frankly, the idea of coming home to a place where there is someone always there, is kind of frightening to me. I like the freedom I have to do whatever I want whenever I want. So far, I haven’t met anyone that I would be willing to give that up for.
It’s only tough if you buy into what everyone (especially the media) tells you is a normal life. Once you learn to accept it as part of Who You Are, it’s kind of liberating.
I was 18 - a freshman in college. Personally I think that young people today are doing themselves a disservice by losing their virginity so young. Some of my greatest sexual experiences were not having intercourse, but rather doing everything BUT. And battling your bodies, who are urging you to just go ahead and DO IT.
Seal – kissing is VERY underrated. I sometimes have to be very vocal and practically draw them a picture that ALL I want to do is kiss and touch. Drive-in movies are great for this because you can only go “so far”. I miss that! I miss getting all steamed up for HOURS and then going home to snuggle into my bed and think about my partner. Not like it will never pay off but anticipation is a wonderful high. I think that’s why I turned to writing; I can take it as slowly as I want!
21 and thought that was far too old! Half of my graduating class had their cherries popped by 17 and 18. I have never forgotten the girl who did it for me and have never regretted it. It was a mystical, magical wonderful night!
