ShameSome people get off on the exhibitionism, but this was pure lust. I'm not proud, but I did once have sex on Portsmouth beach at 2am in the fog. I got a nasty cold, shingle _everywhere_ and have never, ever gone back to Portsmouth. The shame.
There are things you boast about, and then there's Portsmouth beach... what are you ashamed of having done?
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chthonic, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
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The boyfriendand I had gone to the opening of the brand new sparkly city library, which had been greatly hyped during the six years it had taken to build the damn thing. Particularly impressive was the children's section, complete with a wall-to-wall aquarium, life size cast of a t-rex skeleton, and columns made to look like stacks of alphabet building blocks that tiny children play with. My boyfriend, while very intelligent, lacks a verbal filter. He pointed a column across the room and read the letters.
"A...B...F?! WHAT kind of A FUCKING RETARD gets that wrong?!"
At which point I was forced to grab my boyfriend by the wrist and lead him out the building as he protested. You see, he had failed to notice the preschool-aged boy with Down syndrome accompanied by his scandalized-looking grandmother standing directly in front of that particular column.
(, Mon 28 Nov 2005, 4:47, Reply)
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