Weird.This thread made me remember about when I lost my virginity
. I haven't thought about that in ages. Its funny when a bunch of memories of something you forgot all about come flooding back to you all at once. I guess here is as good a place as any to get them all out of my head, so, here goes 
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Her name was Randi...I met her at a thirty-ought-six/unwound show, like six months before we left Sacramento, and about a month before my fifteenth birthday. She lived in trailor park just off of I50 (I think it was I50 ), just before you got into Carmichael. Her mother was this big fat person, who had a bunch of kids. Randi's older sisters were...well, older, and needles to say, cooler than we were. They taught her all about drugs and sex and things I'd only read about or seen in movies. Her oldest sister was in her later twenties and could remember going to see Fear, Black Flag, The Go Go's, X, Sousixie and The Banshees, Agent Orange and The Dead Kennedys when she was our age. She even had pictures of her with Keith Morris, Jello Biafra and Belinda Carlial. (I though that she was the coolest person I'd ever seen at the time ) Her other older sister was like 19 and into the rave scene. I learned all about techno, house, drum and bass, and old funk, soul, and jazz fusion music from her boyfriend, who for some, took a liking to me .
Anyway, it was like two days before my fifteenth birthday, and my parents were stuck in New Orleans because my grandma had to have to bladder surgery, only there were complications, so they were there longer they than expected. So we had my parent's house all to myself, because nobody knew we were there (I was staying at a frien's/neighbour's, and we'd told his mom were sleep somewhere else, when really, we were both getting laid next door ) So, her sister (I'm not sure which) sold her her some coke, and gave her condoms and explained to her "what to do with me" . Only, Randi didn't tell me any that, and was nervous as hell, and rather than being subtle about it, figgited with this bore's tooth gris-gris charm thing I'd bought her in New Orleans (were most of my family is from), and finally, when I asked her what was wrong, she took a big deep breath, and then with the most feighned sense of relaxation I ever heard, said bluntly, "Do wanna fuck?" (or something like 
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The first time we did it, I came really fast.
Has some single conversation, picture, object, etc. ever trigured a really random bunch of details about a long forgotten expierence to you? What was that picture/object, and was the expierence. Do tell!
. I haven't thought about that in ages. Its funny when a bunch of memories of something you forgot all about come flooding back to you all at once. I guess here is as good a place as any to get them all out of my head, so, here goes ...Her name was Randi...I met her at a thirty-ought-six/unwound show, like six months before we left Sacramento, and about a month before my fifteenth birthday. She lived in trailor park just off of I50 (I think it was I50 ), just before you got into Carmichael. Her mother was this big fat person, who had a bunch of kids. Randi's older sisters were...well, older, and needles to say, cooler than we were. They taught her all about drugs and sex and things I'd only read about or seen in movies
. Her oldest sister was in her later twenties and could remember going to see Fear, Black Flag, The Go Go's, X, Sousixie and The Banshees, Agent Orange and The Dead Kennedys when she was our age. She even had pictures of her with Keith Morris, Jello Biafra and Belinda Carlial. (I though that she was the coolest person I'd ever seen at the time ) Her other older sister was like 19 and into the rave scene. I learned all about techno, house, drum and bass, and old funk, soul, and jazz fusion music from her boyfriend, who for some, took a liking to me . Anyway, it was like two days before my fifteenth birthday, and my parents were stuck in New Orleans because my grandma had to have to bladder surgery, only there were complications, so they were there longer they than expected. So we had my parent's house all to myself, because nobody knew we were there (I was staying at a frien's/neighbour's, and we'd told his mom were sleep somewhere else, when really, we were both getting laid next door
) So, her sister (I'm not sure which) sold her her some coke, and gave her condoms and explained to her "what to do with me" . Only, Randi didn't tell me any that, and was nervous as hell, and rather than being subtle about it, figgited with this bore's tooth gris-gris charm thing I'd bought her in New Orleans (were most of my family is from), and finally, when I asked her what was wrong, she took a big deep breath, and then with the most feighned sense of relaxation I ever heard, said bluntly, "Do wanna fuck?" (or something like .The first time we did it, I came really fast.
Has some single conversation, picture, object, etc. ever trigured a really random bunch of details about a long forgotten expierence to you? What was that picture/object, and was the expierence. Do tell!
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salome_seule:
happy belated valentines day sexy! 
salome_seule:
wow, i just read your virginity story. mines wierd and bizarre and unromantic too, but i far less interesting. i'll spare you. but yea, isn't it great not having it?