a remarkable thing has happened, i’ve been given a sexually transmitted disease .. in fact i’ve had a few real ones in my time, but that can be left for another day, scratch that young man !! this one is an award ( i think ? ) and like these awards often ask, i have to carry out certain tasks to really claim my prize, what is the prize by the way ?
1. Make up ONE totally ridiculous story about yourself that is a complete rip-off from a movie. It can be as long or short as you want; clean or crass as you want.
2. Pass it on to whomever you feel is deserving of this STD – or accept it and keep it for yourself; it’s your blog – it’s your choice.
3. If you choose to accept this STD, please link your acceptance post back to Adventures in Estrogen and to the person who gave you your STD (in your case it would be Finding One’s Way) You get the point ? You can choose to keep your STD for yourself. Yet if you choose to pass your STD around do it fervently and don’t forget to back link
4.Use the acronym “STD” as much as possible within you post … send SEO’s into a tale spin
ok, it was at a dude ranch that my mrs robinson event occurred … a sexually transmitted disease was not even known about, if so, the last thing on my mind, or indeed as i’d never had the blissful pleasure prior to this momentous afternoon encounter, i was unlikely to realise the risk.
it was a normal afternoon at the dude ranch, my job was preparing the salad ingredients for the evenings bbq, i did all sorts of things at the ranch. horse riding, giving riding lessons, driving cattle, cooking cattle, carving cattle in my later years as an apprentice butcher, drinking loads of alcohol, smoking cigarettes, and in the later years chasing ( and catching ) any young lady that sought the attention of such a young fit rouse-about, general hand, with hands that where far from general.
the early years were spent learning about adult life and i was a quick learner, the salad preparation and what was to follow showed me just how much. i was told by the vibrant and incredibly sexy, young (early 20 years old ) girlfriend of the boss, that she would like to … well as this is more g than r rated, lick my lollypop, or suck on my lozenge.
now i was slicing tomatoes at the time and nearly did myself a huge injury in slicing a finger, but i recovered quickly from the shock when told of the plan. there were many rooms to clean, with bedding to change and we were going off to do just that in the furtherest cabins, the one’s with the most privacy.
i won’t go into the blow by blow description but if you can think back to that moment when you find out what it’s all about, how it’s done and just how freak’n good it is – you’ll know how it was. this was no drunken, childish rampaging in the back of a car, it was on a clean, freshly made double bed with someone 5 or so years my senior, i was only 16 odd years old, but suddenly felt very much older.
we continued a wonderfully sexual relationship under the guidance of the boss and dare i say he was involved many months later in a ménage à trois evening in an exclusive inner city sydney hotel. that was the early childhood i wish i could live again. no std then, some since, but in those latter years sexually transmitted diseases ( std ) were everywhere and thankfully now safe sex is the guidline for all those swimming in the waters of free sexual activity.
i even had to visit the then famous sexually transmitted disease ( std ) clinic at circular quay, the queue to be seen and treated was an education in itself. men and some women of all walks of life shamefully hiding their identity whilst grimacing and scratching their way around the waiting room. std means pain, embarrassment, sometimes death combined with an openness about one’s sexually history that would shame a normal person. std one more time for the rules, so with no malaise or risk of std, i mention the word std once more .. good night, don’t let the bed bugs bite.