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waxing hippie nostalgic
2004-12-30 @ 11:45 a.m.
i had sex with this man. not recently, by far. he was the first person i had sex with. back when i was 19. back when i was straight. i show you this because it's hilarious. because it's a little glimpse into what my life used to be like back when i lived in the co-ops in eugene. i'm proud to say, however, that i never wore a corduroy patchwork backless tank top. dresses over jeans and homemade hemp jewelry, yes. but i never went so far as to venture into backless tank top territory. that was a whole other level of hippie cliche in which i so wasn't interested in participating.
so, this sam guy. the one i had sex with. i met him in a coffee shop before he moved out of his crazy painted bus or the beds of however many girls. he know some of my friends. i named his rat paprika, the one he used to carry around in the top center pocket of his overalls.
he gave me a tube of glitter in a parking lot after we first met. he drove my friends and i to a rave at skate world. there's nothing quite like people tripping on roller skates. one night before i was coming to california for the holidays, we hung out on the rooftop talking and watching a winter sunset. we had bagel sandwiches at the glenwood before he drove me to the amtrak station.
the night we first had sex, he climbed up the fire escape to my third floor window. i had been reading sylvia path and studying notes on her for a test the next day. i was wearing a vintage cocktail gown with a navy blue inside out t-shirt on top.
after we had sex, i told him he was the first person i'd done it with. he got kinda freaked out and said "don't tell mary!," (my best friend), knowing that she is fiercely protective of me.
almost a decade later, on a random google frenzy, i stumble on his website. hence the waxing hippie nostalic.
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