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Steve returns, I’m loving Tull “She might want to French Kiss, do you know what that is? My look must have said it all. He sighs, gotta teach the idiot more about life. “Girls love to talk. She’s gonna stop kissing and ask you about anything from your family to what TV shows you watch.… Continue reading ‘Dear Abby’ a la Steve

How the hell did I make it through the next days? My insides were knotted. Could anyone tell by looking at me? Luckily, one was a gym day, I had to concentrate on sweating, then scrubbing my pits in the shower. Alison and I don’t even make eye contact. After the home-bound bus, I sit… Continue reading The Waiting

A word from our sponsor: “The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There’s also a negative side.”–Hunter Thompson I’m in my confirmation class, where we sit around ‘rapping.’ [Oh God, how I detested that word, it… Continue reading God is a rock and roll Star!

So he tells me. This far away from 7th grade, I have no idea what I thought sex was all about. I guess I figured girls needed a boy to make them feel good. So, they don’t really need a guy……hmmmm. We relax as I relate the day in detail. Sometimes he asks a question,… Continue reading Birds and Bees II: A Musical warning

A time and place for everything! We sit in the floor. The binocs are so close. Oh man, just one more look……. “Not one word about this or I’ll tear your fucking tongue out.” Even though we’re drinking soda, he’s very serious. (He doesn’t say fuck that often). “So, how long has this been happening?… Continue reading Birds and the Bees

Time to get on the bus My walk home from the bus stop was surreal. I was flying, so happy I could have screamed like a banshee. Hildy lies in the sun in her little sweater. She picks up my scent, waits by the sidewalk, tail whipping. I stop, tell her all about my day,… Continue reading What else could possibly happen?

As they say, on any given night………. We take a breather, she looks at her watch. “Oh shit, we have to stop.” I’m speechless; my lips are on fire. “I assume you want to do this again.” I laugh. “Oh yea, it was kinda fun.” She swats my arm. “Then don’t tell a soul. I… Continue reading The Name of the Game

So there I stood, accepting my first kiss with a deadpan “ohhhhhh shiiittt….” She giggled softly and I opened my eyes; she was inches away. Then it flashed through my thick head–“Do it, dummy!” So I kissed her. My arm arched to her back, pulling her close. Then tyears of pain and abuse collapsed and… Continue reading Now what?

Please indulge me as I add my words to age-old explorations of first-love. Those lips: so soft, unlike anything I could ever imagine. Feathers, butterfly wings. Her hair sends me to a spring garden of roses, magnolia, and jasmine. My body discarded a chrysalis, as if my pores glowed–airborne on a summer breeze, the world… Continue reading A trip to the Moon

Deep breath, move forward, boy. I enter the vestibule, a blinding bulb burns 24/7. The next door is the back of the auditorium. It is almost completely black, swallowing your senses. One of the two-story drapes is slightly open, shooting a slice of sun to the front. On the right stands Alison, leaning against the… Continue reading Into the Mystic