Justin_Thyme
Experienced
- Joined
- Nov 16, 2001
- Posts
- 99
Well, it appears I'm with the majority but not by much.
As for writing, I find it patently rediculous to write of feelings and experiences as though the concept of sex simply does not come into play until after one reaches the magical age of eighteen.
I believe my earliest posted story was rejected because the female protagonist contemplated sex prior to reaching the grand old age of eighteen.
As posted, the idea and the event both occurred the day she was eighteen and that's hogwash and I think most of us know it.
If thought lead directly to realization, I believe my 'story' would have taken place when I was fourteen, perhaps a bit less than that!
It's well I was a bit slow getting things going although I didn't believe that at the time. In retrospect, I now wonder if the tardiness wasn't due simply to fear... I well understood the consequences of accidental(?) [can one accidentally impregnate a girl when the pair deliberately set out to have sex and set themselves up for the possible outcome?] and was not prepared to meet them head on. Fear is a great motivator for keeping one's trousers zipped (probably buttoned in those days)!
Yes, condoms were sort of available if one had the guts to seek out a male pharmacist and ask. No way would I or most of the guys I ran with march up to a female drugstore employee and ask for a package of *blush* condoms, not in a town where the drugstore employees knew every kid, and the kid's parents, who marched (slunk?) through the door.
JT
As for writing, I find it patently rediculous to write of feelings and experiences as though the concept of sex simply does not come into play until after one reaches the magical age of eighteen.
I believe my earliest posted story was rejected because the female protagonist contemplated sex prior to reaching the grand old age of eighteen.
As posted, the idea and the event both occurred the day she was eighteen and that's hogwash and I think most of us know it.
If thought lead directly to realization, I believe my 'story' would have taken place when I was fourteen, perhaps a bit less than that!
It's well I was a bit slow getting things going although I didn't believe that at the time. In retrospect, I now wonder if the tardiness wasn't due simply to fear... I well understood the consequences of accidental(?) [can one accidentally impregnate a girl when the pair deliberately set out to have sex and set themselves up for the possible outcome?] and was not prepared to meet them head on. Fear is a great motivator for keeping one's trousers zipped (probably buttoned in those days)!
Yes, condoms were sort of available if one had the guts to seek out a male pharmacist and ask. No way would I or most of the guys I ran with march up to a female drugstore employee and ask for a package of *blush* condoms, not in a town where the drugstore employees knew every kid, and the kid's parents, who marched (slunk?) through the door.
JT