amicus
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Sighs…Allow me if you will.
I am well aware, thank you, of the raging hormones that drive both sexes in many directions.
This has a shade of difference which will take a page or so of background preparation to properly set the scene; bear with me if you will.
Once upon a time in the year 2000, I became, Amicus2K…worked for me.
I am now Amicus2K7, on a Poetry site. Seven years have passed since I began.
I had left poetry behind, twenty years before, in my college years but found a rejuvenation, who knows for what reason.
New to the Poetry site, I browsed and read ‘new poems’, and eventually prose, short stories, looking for that spark of intellect translated to fiction that tickles me so.
I began to discover that the quality pieces were predominately by young girls…here is the opportunity for all my critics to point a finger and proclaim, “Pervert!” Child Molester!”` “Predator!”, do so if you wish. Not so.
There are means by which one can single out, by age and sex, the writers…I did not, just read what pleased me and titillated me and most were young girls. That is another discussion.
So I wrote a piece, after a compilation of these young writers, called, Young Girl Genius’s on XXXXXX, the site I was subscribed to.
There were a dozen or so, more or less, girls from nine, ten and eleven and up to about fifteen, genius IQ, over 160, they all knew it and were all disturbed in many ways and they knew that also.
Well, seven years has passed, many have dropped by the wayside and the reasons are many, but a few have remained that I still communicate with, through puberty and the teen angst and the Goth and the cutting and the boys and the anguish of maturation.
Five, at last I heard are now in College, all across the country, they say, “hey, ole bear, are you still hangin’ on?” I chuckle and reply, “Yup.”
Only one remains in constant contact, perhaps the best and worst, of them all.
Eleven when I met her. Paranoid Schizophrenic, Bi-Polar, Dyslectic, Deaf during her early years, strict vegetarian for metabolic reasons, hallucinogenic, has visions, hears voices…and on and on…and I listened…as the years went by and read her poems and read her stories and pushed her, intellectually…to the limits which continually expanded.
She is a musician and an artist and into computers and website building and takes commissions for her artwork; does Poetry slams at college level, plays in a band and writes the lyrics…been doing it for years…
And she has never been kissed.
Never even held hands with a guy…or a girl…for those of you….
Has a violent aversion to being touched or touching. Hates to hear another breathe, does not, could not tolerate hearing the heartbeat of another.
Getting the picture?
I am and have been, ‘here’ for her, on Yahoo Messenger. I never buzz her, but I always respond. That is all she will tolerate. Sometimes weeks or months pass and I hear nothing from her.
That has changed of recent.
The IQ is in the 170’s, plus…depending…
Several months ago her Libido kicked in.
She fidgeted around by saying she thought she might like a little above the waist experimentation with boys. Sighs…I have five daughters and they never broached the subject with the ole man…I understood…
Then this total geek type, in baggy jeans and cumbersome sweaters, hiding her femininity, went shopping for Cami’s and Leggings and skirts….sighs…
And left behind the geeky boys with glasses and video games and went shopping for ‘shoulders’, on a guy, ahem…
Then her mother sent her to Europe for last summer and she was on her own in Paris and in Dublin, in a Pub no less, with chaperonage of course…being of a tender age…
And the Libido flared with an Irish guy and then a French guy…sighs…
But still she remained untouched…and does…to this day.
Now, a year early, not yet eighteen, she is off to college, a prestigious Art Institute.
And does not want to enter the college scene, virginal and innocent…sighs…
The last few months I have been listening to the plotting and planning of a female on the hunt, totally out of her league, with but one thing in mind; from guy to guy to guy and all the possibilities.
Which she rejected, time and time again, but the damage had been done, the word was out and tensions among the possible partners erupted in violence as a couple boys actually fought over her…sighs….
No, it didn’t happen, but something else did. College, planned for July, got bumped up to March 28th, just a week away and the shit hit the fan…so to speak.
I am always up late and always hear when someone logs on to messenger.
She came on at 3:20 a.m., my time, 4:20 her time, we are a thousand miles apart, and the screen said, “Oh, \Amicus, Please be there!!!”
“I am here…” said the faithful Ami…
“I don’t know what to do! I want to hit something, break something! I am so…ah…well, hot, I just can’t control it!”
I had broached self release, as she would not tolerate the word masturbation, I had suggested a vibrator and she said her mother would kill her. She seemed to indicate that she had found her clitoris and had massaged her breasts, all to no avail and even surprised me by saying that ‘Cybering’ with a friend, didn’t do anything for her.
Sighs…
I suggested that she was ovulating, in her most fertile time and it would pass…she said not, she was having her period…and that stumped me…ahem?
Therein is the question, if any in particular, that I pose…I thought that during menstruation, the libido was weak…Not?
Secondly…in her quest for relief, she didn’t care who it was, within certain parameters of course, she just wanted to get fucked in the best and worst way possible and that too, I do not fully understand.
She is on the Pill, is knowledgeable about the process, as smart young things are, but totally uncaring as to the source of the relief…therein is the other part of my query, the ‘mindset’ ahem, if the mind is involved at all…of such a foray…
Does that make any sense at all?
There is way more to this than I am sharing here and now…and I will be there for her, no matter what happens or does not happen, but knowing me, I am not pleased that she will enter into what I consider the most intimate of all human relationships on the basis that she is proceeding on.
Thus…what is the nature of the drive…in the female…that throws caution to the wind with the, “I just wanna get fucked” syndrome?
Anyone?
A truly curious amicus...
I am well aware, thank you, of the raging hormones that drive both sexes in many directions.
This has a shade of difference which will take a page or so of background preparation to properly set the scene; bear with me if you will.
Once upon a time in the year 2000, I became, Amicus2K…worked for me.
I am now Amicus2K7, on a Poetry site. Seven years have passed since I began.
I had left poetry behind, twenty years before, in my college years but found a rejuvenation, who knows for what reason.
New to the Poetry site, I browsed and read ‘new poems’, and eventually prose, short stories, looking for that spark of intellect translated to fiction that tickles me so.
I began to discover that the quality pieces were predominately by young girls…here is the opportunity for all my critics to point a finger and proclaim, “Pervert!” Child Molester!”` “Predator!”, do so if you wish. Not so.
There are means by which one can single out, by age and sex, the writers…I did not, just read what pleased me and titillated me and most were young girls. That is another discussion.
So I wrote a piece, after a compilation of these young writers, called, Young Girl Genius’s on XXXXXX, the site I was subscribed to.
There were a dozen or so, more or less, girls from nine, ten and eleven and up to about fifteen, genius IQ, over 160, they all knew it and were all disturbed in many ways and they knew that also.
Well, seven years has passed, many have dropped by the wayside and the reasons are many, but a few have remained that I still communicate with, through puberty and the teen angst and the Goth and the cutting and the boys and the anguish of maturation.
Five, at last I heard are now in College, all across the country, they say, “hey, ole bear, are you still hangin’ on?” I chuckle and reply, “Yup.”
Only one remains in constant contact, perhaps the best and worst, of them all.
Eleven when I met her. Paranoid Schizophrenic, Bi-Polar, Dyslectic, Deaf during her early years, strict vegetarian for metabolic reasons, hallucinogenic, has visions, hears voices…and on and on…and I listened…as the years went by and read her poems and read her stories and pushed her, intellectually…to the limits which continually expanded.
She is a musician and an artist and into computers and website building and takes commissions for her artwork; does Poetry slams at college level, plays in a band and writes the lyrics…been doing it for years…
And she has never been kissed.
Never even held hands with a guy…or a girl…for those of you….
Has a violent aversion to being touched or touching. Hates to hear another breathe, does not, could not tolerate hearing the heartbeat of another.
Getting the picture?
I am and have been, ‘here’ for her, on Yahoo Messenger. I never buzz her, but I always respond. That is all she will tolerate. Sometimes weeks or months pass and I hear nothing from her.
That has changed of recent.
The IQ is in the 170’s, plus…depending…
Several months ago her Libido kicked in.
She fidgeted around by saying she thought she might like a little above the waist experimentation with boys. Sighs…I have five daughters and they never broached the subject with the ole man…I understood…
Then this total geek type, in baggy jeans and cumbersome sweaters, hiding her femininity, went shopping for Cami’s and Leggings and skirts….sighs…
And left behind the geeky boys with glasses and video games and went shopping for ‘shoulders’, on a guy, ahem…
Then her mother sent her to Europe for last summer and she was on her own in Paris and in Dublin, in a Pub no less, with chaperonage of course…being of a tender age…
And the Libido flared with an Irish guy and then a French guy…sighs…
But still she remained untouched…and does…to this day.
Now, a year early, not yet eighteen, she is off to college, a prestigious Art Institute.
And does not want to enter the college scene, virginal and innocent…sighs…
The last few months I have been listening to the plotting and planning of a female on the hunt, totally out of her league, with but one thing in mind; from guy to guy to guy and all the possibilities.
Which she rejected, time and time again, but the damage had been done, the word was out and tensions among the possible partners erupted in violence as a couple boys actually fought over her…sighs….
No, it didn’t happen, but something else did. College, planned for July, got bumped up to March 28th, just a week away and the shit hit the fan…so to speak.
I am always up late and always hear when someone logs on to messenger.
She came on at 3:20 a.m., my time, 4:20 her time, we are a thousand miles apart, and the screen said, “Oh, \Amicus, Please be there!!!”
“I am here…” said the faithful Ami…
“I don’t know what to do! I want to hit something, break something! I am so…ah…well, hot, I just can’t control it!”
I had broached self release, as she would not tolerate the word masturbation, I had suggested a vibrator and she said her mother would kill her. She seemed to indicate that she had found her clitoris and had massaged her breasts, all to no avail and even surprised me by saying that ‘Cybering’ with a friend, didn’t do anything for her.
Sighs…
I suggested that she was ovulating, in her most fertile time and it would pass…she said not, she was having her period…and that stumped me…ahem?
Therein is the question, if any in particular, that I pose…I thought that during menstruation, the libido was weak…Not?
Secondly…in her quest for relief, she didn’t care who it was, within certain parameters of course, she just wanted to get fucked in the best and worst way possible and that too, I do not fully understand.
She is on the Pill, is knowledgeable about the process, as smart young things are, but totally uncaring as to the source of the relief…therein is the other part of my query, the ‘mindset’ ahem, if the mind is involved at all…of such a foray…
Does that make any sense at all?
There is way more to this than I am sharing here and now…and I will be there for her, no matter what happens or does not happen, but knowing me, I am not pleased that she will enter into what I consider the most intimate of all human relationships on the basis that she is proceeding on.
Thus…what is the nature of the drive…in the female…that throws caution to the wind with the, “I just wanna get fucked” syndrome?
Anyone?
A truly curious amicus...