Sweet Sixteen

sweetnpetite

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Did you have a sweet sixteen party? What was it like?

I spent my 16th all alone and loney:(

You?
 
On the eve of my 16th birthday, I became convinced I had an unsightly moustache. I opted for Nair -- and spent my 16th birthday with a scab moustache. :rolleyes:
 
Nope.

Parents thought I was too old for a party. And my peers would have sooner boiled alive in hot lye than do anything nice for me.
 
It was my 18th that was the doozy.

Parents obligingly went out (!!!)
Painted flowers on the cellar walls.
Took a collection at half-time to buy more booze.
Found folk fucking on the stone 'keeping' table in the cellar. (I was still a virgin.)
Etc.
 
I don't really remember, so it must've not been that exciting. I didn't get my driver's licence until that summer. So, it was probably just a party of Carson and me hanging out listening to The Violent Femmes in my room. :)
 
What's a sweet 16 party, and why is it any different from the sweet 15 and sweet 17 partys?
 
I spent my sixteenth making one more, desperate play for the using bitch who knew, exactly, how badly I wanted her :mad:

YES YOU, KATIE! I STILL HATE YOU FOR THE DANCE YOU LED ME FOR FOUR FUCKING YEARS!!!!!

God, she was gorgeous. To me, at least. She had me wrapped around her finger from about 14, to about 18 years of my age.

She had a quality of femaleness- not femininity- that turned me into a boy when I was with her. I mean in other people's eyes; wearing hip-hugger bellbottom jeans, and a foofy midriff top, people thought I was a boy, when I was with Katie. So did I, for that matter. And she was keeping her virginity. From men, and from me, too.

So, for my sixteenth, it was just me and her.. a romantic restaurant dinner for two.. cuddling at the movies... and she brought me back to her house, and dumped the blankets on the couch for me. Went into her bedroom and locked the FUCKING door. Again.

In all fairness, what the hell could she do? She never asked for doglike devotion from a skinny little baby butch- and this was SO long before I even knew the words to describe who I was. I had no idea how to make love to a woman, and no idea where to find out. A little confidence- knowledge of fisting techniques- a tube of KY jelly.. might have swung the tide in my favor, who knows?

But all of this would have been more bearable if she didn't love to flirt and kiss in public.
 
No party, but a date. As a birthday present to myself, I lost my virginity.
 
sweetnpetite said:
Did you have a sweet sixteen party? What was it like?

I spent my 16th all alone and loney:(

You?

Nope. I had just moved and didn't know anyone. Plus, my parents didn't believe in throwing birthday parties.
 
moonlight elf said:
Nope. I had just moved and didn't know anyone. Plus, my parents didn't believe in throwing birthday parties.
At the age of sixteen, why would someoene want their parents to have anything to do with your birthday party? :confused:

I know I was out in the woods. By a fire. With a beer in hand. But that's all I remember.
 
Angst

On my sixteenth birthday I was living with an ex-stepmom who didn't care if I lived or died and my Dad sent me a set of bath towels as a gift.
I painted some of my best work that day. :D
 
Up until about 1980, Liar, the usual age of consent was sixteen. In this country, that varies state-to-state. But 16 meant finally fuckable. Now, because of connectivity, 18 is becoming the age people refer to as 'legal.' It was merely the oldest of all the ages of consent. Meese, Reagan's attorney general, ran an anti-porn crusade. His prosecutors got to choose the venue, the site where the trial was held. If the porn crossed state lines, it could move from a 16 state to an 18 state, so he'd hold his trial in the most prude-ridden spot he could find. The 'community standards' rule dates from the Meese porn crusade. But in the fifties and sixties, generally, one had to be under 16 to be 'jailbait.'

Hence, the 'sweet 16' party.
 
The only birthday party I ever had in my entire life was when I turned 6 years old. :(
 
cantdog said:
Up until about 1980, Liar, the usual age of consent was sixteen. In this country, that varies state-to-state. But 16 meant finally fuckable. Now, because of connectivity, 18 is becoming the age people refer to as 'legal.' It was merely the oldest of all the ages of consent. Meese, Reagan's attorney general, ran an anti-porn crusade. His prosecutors got to choose the venue, the site where the trial was held. If the porn crossed state lines, it could move from a 16 state to an 18 state, so he'd hold his trial in the most prude-ridden spot he could find. The 'community standards' rule dates from the Meese porn crusade. But in the fifties and sixties, generally, one had to be under 16 to be 'jailbait.'

Hence, the 'sweet 16' party.

I think it goes back farther than that. Hundreds of years ago, the upper crust of society and rich persons in general held parties for their daughters to be presented to "society". The girls were called "debutantes" because they were said to be making their debut in society. Before that, they were considered to be extensions of their parents but after that, they would start accepting invitations, sending cards, etc. as persons in their own right. Besides that, young men could begine to court them seriously.

The age of a debutante was usually 16 or more and when "the age of consent" was established, this was probably one reason that age was sometimes chosen. The "Sweet Sixteen" party probably also evolved from the debutant ball so there is probably a connection to the age of consent but not a direct one.

Edited to add: I never heard of a 16 year old boy having something called "A Sweet Sixteen Party". Would it ever actually happen?
 
It does go back farther than that, you are absolutely on the money, Box. This 18 crap is stupid.
 
Have you heard the song "Black Jack Davey"?
How old are you my pretty little miss, how old are you my honey?
She answered him with a loving smile
I'll be sixteen come Sunday...

...Last night I lay on a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
tonight I lay on the cold, cold ground
In the arms of Black Jack Davey...

This girl wasn't even sixteen yet, and she had a husband and child.
(Anyone wants the MP3, just PM me- I have five versions of it!:))
 
People have somehow managed to become adult younger than sixteen through many centuries. If the society expects it of them, they rise to the occasion. If, on the other hand, society expects childishness and petulance, frivolous and callow behavior for an extra five or six years, why then, young people will cheerfully put off being responsible as long as needed.

We extend adolescence as long as we can, in this culture. Not necessary in the least.
 
cantdog said:
Up until about 1980, Liar, the usual age of consent was sixteen. In this country, that varies state-to-state. But 16 meant finally fuckable. Now, because of connectivity, 18 is becoming the age people refer to as 'legal.' It was merely the oldest of all the ages of consent. Meese, Reagan's attorney general, ran an anti-porn crusade. His prosecutors got to choose the venue, the site where the trial was held. If the porn crossed state lines, it could move from a 16 state to an 18 state, so he'd hold his trial in the most prude-ridden spot he could find. The 'community standards' rule dates from the Meese porn crusade. But in the fifties and sixties, generally, one had to be under 16 to be 'jailbait.'

Hence, the 'sweet 16' party.

"sweet sixteen and never been kissed"
 
Boxlicker101 said:
Edited to add: I never heard of a 16 year old boy having something called "A Sweet Sixteen Party". Would it ever actually happen?

I highly doubt it.

Boys in this society aren't suposed to be 'sweet'- especially at 16.

The only way a boy gets a 'coming of age' is if he is jewish.

Or maybe if you count his open house or when he turns 21.
 
So the lesson here is, if you never get a sweet sixteen party you grown up to be a pornographer.:D
 
Stella_Omega said:
Have you heard the song "Black Jack Davey"?
How old are you my pretty little miss, how old are you my honey?
She answered him with a loving smile
I'll be sixteen come Sunday...

...Last night I lay on a feather bed
Between my husband and baby
tonight I lay on the cold, cold ground
In the arms of Black Jack Davey...

This girl wasn't even sixteen yet, and she had a husband and child.
(Anyone wants the MP3, just PM me- I have five versions of it!:))


i do stella....
 
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