| Oral Sex Last night, as I was brushing my teeth and preparing for bedtime, I decided to surf through the channels to see if there was anything on meriting my staying up a little past naptime... OMG, my favorite -come home drunk and watch a movie- movie was on; Dazed and Confused. For those of you who have never seen this gem of a flick, go out and rent it today!! The story told is that off a group of high school juniors on the last day of school before the summer vacation kicks in. Set in some Texas town during the stoner 70’s, the viewer is treated to a great soundtrack, simple humor, some terrible acting and nothing but teenage fun fun fun. For me the movie has the added appeal as I entered junior high round about the period this movie takes place. Are you that old travelleryki? Yes I am! The thing is that fun, during those days, meant sneaking a beer or two to a party, possibly smoking a joint, and of course trying to get some lip with a hottie! I remember my first kiss, a la French. It was during a spin the bottle fest while we were celebrating the start of the summer break. Her name was Melissa, and all semester I had tried to get her to notice me. I had failed miserably as my athletic abilities left much to ask for. But that night, as the bottle got spinned, my prayers were answered for the first time in my life – up to that point I had asked for more hair on my legs, for my voice to drop, straight A’s instead of the 1.75 gpa I was sporting, an ATARI 2600 system, the list goes on – Round and round the bottle went, and stopped right in front of me. Again the bottle got spinned, round and round it went… and it stopped in front of Melissa. I was emotionally erect. Who am I kidding; I would have creamed my jeans if it wasn’t for my excellent ability to control myself. Off we went, into the closet Melissa and I. I was giddy, I was ready, I was nervous as hell. My heart was beating in my throat, light-spots showing up in my vision… and that is when her lips met mine. Soft moist lips, with cherry flavored stift on it. I tried not to squash her, but I think I was failing as she proceeded to push me slightly back… and that’s when it happened, her lips parted and her tongue introduced itself to mine. Almost I flinched back, but some voice inside my head told me that this was a goooooooood thing!! I had lost my French cherry, c’est bonne la vie! Years went by and I perfected my kissing techniques, partaking in marathon sessions with girlfriends that lasted hours on end. Most parties I attended would have a mattress lying in some corner so that we would be more comfortable. Kissing led to groping, led to more rubbing, led to my first true sexual experience. I was 15, I had become a man. Years went by, traded in one girlfriend for another, each adding something to my list of experiences, each helping me perfect my techniques… Then came that day, the day that I had been waiting for, the day that I received my first oral examination. It was good, hell it was great, as it was my first… but just a little too much teeth, you guys know what I am talking about. I learned the meaning of a pearl necklace, 69 became my favorite number, all hell broke lose!!! And that brings me back to last night. Surfing the channels, looking for some kind of entertainment while my teeth were getting a good brush-over. Dazed and confused had ended, I skimmed some news item, and all of a sudden Oprah appeared on my screen. Oprah Winfrey, the woman who single-handedly is trying to educate and mold a new class of Americans, and several other nationalities as she is a worldwide concept. Personally I can’t stand Oprah as she seems to have a problem being who she is. One moment she is all acting white, the next moment she reverts to her roots with a ‘you go girlfriend, aha’ attitude. Make up yo mind biatch! But if there is one thing I really can’t stand about Oprah it’s that dr Phil character. Mr. I have an answer for all your worries. But last night there was no dr Phil, nor was there an episode of the Book Club… last night the topic was “oral sex in high schools”. When I was in high school people had sex, some real lucky bastards even got oral sex, but mainly people got all excited if there was a party with a little booze and very little, if any, adult supervision. But gathering from last nights show, the hot thing in high school at the moment is oral sex. Oral sex in the bathrooms, oral sex in the bus, oral sex during study hall, oral sex oral sex oral sex. It’s everywhere. And that sickens me. Not cause people are receiving oral sex, nothing wrong with that, but if I have to go by what Oprah exposed last night then at this moment, in high schools across America, there are young girls giving head to any boy willing to receive it so that they can become more popular. Big part of life, this popularity contest. Hell, even here on W-D there are people vying for more stars, catchy member titles and a post count that equals the year we live in. it is fun being popular, having people listen when you speak, or try and be like mike. But when being popular means you have to degrade yourself by pulling a train on the football team I draw the line… unless your name is Jordo and the line is the W-D staff of course. I dream of living in a society where popularity is measured by good deeds, by knowledge, by humor, but most importantly by the way that you treat your fellow human beings… not by how many guys you blew last night, what car you wrote, or how high your post count at the moment… |