I came from a large, boisterous, competitive family, so by the time I was in high school, I had a pretty thick skin emotionally. In my small-town high school I was mostly a kind of a goody two-shoes band and choir geek honor roll student, but when I was sixteen, I would fuck (or suck, or jack-off) just about any guy with a dick.
I went out on a couple of dates (not my usual mode) with one senior boy, mostly because had a nice car. He started talking trash to his friends about what a "great piece" I was, and when it got back to me, (no real secrets in a small town) I told a couple of his friends that he woudn’t really even know, because as soon as he got his hands on my tits, he just made a big mess in his shorts, which was true. He never said much after that.
I do remember in school getting teased about my boobs, with their seemingly permanently stiff nipples, but it was never anything malicious, or at least I never took it that way.
At sixteen, I definitely thought that I was pretty hot stuff, and I was absolutely devastated by this older guy I met at work (he was maybe thirty—now I’m thirty, ha-ha) who said I needed to put some meat on my bones. That I was like a twelve year old boy with big tits. I was devastated. I was sure that he’d be hot for me just like a high school guy, but no, he wasn’t even interested. I felt like the fish that gets tossed back in the lake because it’s too small.
Ghoastgirl1, don’t let this guy have free rent on a space in your brain or heart. His opinion just doesn’t matter.
Lindy
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Originally Posted by lurkette
...Who the fuck started this expectation that all vaginas should look like that of a prepubescent girl? One, that's kind of sick, and two, shame on them! And shame on us for buying into it. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find some Georgia O'Keefe paintings to look at  |
Great line about Georgia O'Keefe, lurkette. My Mom saved me a Georgia O'Keefe 100 Flowers Calendar from 1976, the year I was born, and later gave me the poem.
georgia o'keefe
great lady painter
what she do now
she goes out with a stick
and kills snakes
georgia o'keefe
all life still
cow skull
bull skull
no bull shit
pyrite pyrite
shes no fool
started out pretty
pretty pretty girl
georgia o'keefe
until she had her fill
painted desert
flower cactus
hawk and head mule
choral water color
red coral reef
been around forever
georgia o'keefe
great lady painter
what she do now
go out and beat the desert
stir dust bowl
go out and beat the desert
snake skin skull
go out and beat the desert
all life still
from Babel, Patti Smith, 1976