i remember when my father told me about them, we were working outside, away from female ears, we were putting an addition on his house, taking a break with cups of coffee, i could tell he wanted to say something, he was nervous, his eyes darting to the ground, never squarely looking me in the eyes, when he spoke, it was forced and muttering, he said, i never told you about sex, because nobody told me, i dont know the right words to explain, i said dont worry, pop, i already know.. that was it, all he could muster, it was uncomfortable for both of us and the day just dragged on.... i think he had to say it, i was seventeen and shacking up with a 21 year old WOMEN, and everything i had learned since i was seven, was from reading old penthouses and playboys with a few hustlers thrown in, i would read the articles, staring at the pictures of beautiful women, airbrushed to perfection, just dreaming of what it would feel like, taste like and how i was gonna get it, so, i think he did tell me, in his own way, because they were his magazines......
Reason for writing:
rest in peace dad..06/23/01
Birth sign: Libra
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