Thursday, June 30, 2005
Early sexual experiences:
1) I must have been under age 12 when this first thing happened. My babysitter told me to hold out my hand and close my eyes, and she took it and put my finger in a place that was hot and wet. Shocked, I opened my eyes to find that she had guided my hand between her legs. I was disgusted because it was obvious that she had just peed.
Later, probably during puberty, I was in the West part of the second story of my house, in my parent's room after sunset, for some reason I can't remember, and I glanced out my window to see my neighbor's 16 year old daughter rubbing lotion into her breasts! I speant hours and several subsequent attempts to repeat the experience, spying on them off and on for months but with no luck. I'm sure that if her house was on the East side of my house, I'd never had gotten any homework done.
When I told my friend about it years later, it inspired the following song:Naked Neighbors
I pulled down my window shade
Thought "my God, I've got it made"
Looked in the window across from me
What I saw was a pair of 36Ds
will shoot their jism
Suddently, I caught her eye
She screamed real loud
"Oh my, a spy"
Then she stopped, and thought and smiled,
and mouthed to me, "Let's get wild!"
Ten seconds flat, I was right next door
Disregarding my cancer sore
I saw her there spralled on the bed
Her arms were open and her legs were spread
So I jumped into her awaiting flesh
Careful not to make a mess
She began to twist and I began to thrust
Enjoying her ample Mt. Everest bust
Roots of future phone sex addiction
When I was about 13, I started getting odd phone calls, always at about 4:00, when I was home alone. The callers always knew my name. The first one was a creepy man that ssounded like he was in his 20s. He would ask me, "do you beat off?" I was really getting in to electric bass at the time, and I asked him if he'd like to hear me play, and I put the phone in front of the amp and jammed for a couple minutes. When I picked the phone back up, I heard a dial tone. That creep never called back.
A few weeks later, I started getting calls from a stoned-out sounding teenaged girl (16-18 yrs). She kept suggesting we meet each other at the mall, and then head over to her place. She told me how she liked to masturbate with care bear plushies until their faces got wet. Unfortunately for me, my mother intercepted one of my calls, and told her not to call back,
So, the first times anyone showed sexual interest in me was over the phone. This developed into a yearlong period 12 years later when I spent hours on AOL everyday cruising chat rooms trying to build enough trust from female chatters to get their phone numbers, and then seducing them on the phone. More on that later.
This is a cross between a diary, an autobiography, and a dream log... a great tool for any future psychohistorian (as is the rest of this site, I guess). Feel free to comment.