There’s always that instant flush of shame when you feel like you’re on the outside of an inside joke. Remember when kids used to run up to you in the cafeteria and ask if you, “liked your biscuit buttered,” or they would pinch your arm to “see what your sex noise sounded like.” Sometimes you’d be asked, “do the curtains match the drapes?” or you’d be prompted to “smell my finger” from some dumb kid who had probably just put his finger in his armpits to trick all the other 6th graders who were none the wiser. This kid wasn’t really your friend per-say, but he would always find you in the hall and tell you these weird sex tidbits : Your substitute teacher with the mustache was a porn star back in the day, the head cheerleader got pregnant from giving a blow job, that one guy gave a major hickey to that one girl and you can like totally see it all over her neck. Herpes can be SO fun to randomly whisper in the middle of a silent classroom… When you’re a twelve-year-old boy. He didn’t necessarily know what STDs were, but the only “bad” sexual word that he knew was herpes. You all remember that one kid in middle school? You know, the one that seemed like he just owned a bunch of cargo shorts and no regular pants.
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