dundeebi_guy
Really Experienced
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Sounds like an interesting time. I can very much relate the desire to go back in time knowing what I know now. I think that’s a common experience.Not relevant to this thread specifically, but to your own glorious experience: when I was 19, just after I dropped out of college, I worked at an exceptional record store, where musicians from one of the nation's finest symphony orchestras and major rock bands alike came to buy their records. My manager was gay. I knew that he regularly attended parties. What went on at these parties, he didn't talk about (it wasn't safe in those days— it was a long time before he saw me as safe enough even to acknowledge that he was gay) but my lurid imagination ran wild with the omissions of information.
I was a bit infatuated with him, and I think he knew it. I'm pretty sure he found me attractive. Most men apparently did in those days, though I was too dense to realize that. I secretly longed to be invited to one of these parties— to be his date, I suppose, though I couldn't have said it that way. I'm certain the thought crossed his mind too. But he knew I was really into girls, and bisexuality wasn't really understood in those days. I don't know if that was the reason, or if he was afraid of offending me, or if messing around with an employee just sounded like a bad idea, but he never did.
There are days when my mind yearns to be able to return to those years, knowing what I do now about myself, and be the slut I was born to be.
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