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This is a piece of prose poetry that I wrote after spending time with a woman I liked a lot. The night ended in me being frustrated with myself and the beginning of a writing spree that continues today. Thank you my muse. Muah! Right on the left check.
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At thirteen years old I had my first date…
I can’t tell you the exact age when the mechanical genius of the penis and vagina clicked in my mind, but I would guess it to be around nine. By nine I had an eye for the penthouse my cousin kept under his mattress; I was fast forwarding R rated movies to the sex scenes; I leered at all women, homely and beautiful, and imagined them naked and lying on top of me. A Playboy got me a call to my parents in the fourth grade.
… At thirteen years old I was a virgin and not at all happy about it. My older brother knew some of the cool kids my age that lived in the neighborhood and found out what girl my age was fucking the cool kids, in and out of my neighborhood. He arranged for us to meet up, as we did, on a cloudy weekday…
I decided to start seeing women seriously when I was nineteen. I convinced myself that I liked a co-worker whom I had nothing in common with. As a consequence we went on a miserable date. The film we saw changed my life, but I couldn’t talk to her about it because I didn’t think she would understand.
Nudist dating: A facebook chat excerpt
This is what I thought was an interesting excerpt of a facebook chat I had with a friend. How would nudist living change dating?
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She: Would u really walk around naked in the summer?
Me: lol. Hell no. I don’t like jail.
She: Oh… I forgot that was a crime…LOL
Me: it certainly is. Korean society is not advanced enough to appreciate the beauty of the human body in it’s natural state. lol. plus no one wants to see a naked ajoshi. Certainly not me.
She: It’s true… Korean people are weird about that stuff… but so is America as a whole.
Me: Yeah… I wonder though. How would dating practices change in a nudist society?
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Letter to a Stranger
Dear Person I Don’t Know,
As a kid I tried my best to stay away from mirrors.
My reflection stared back at me one day, and I realized that I was not very attractive: pimples, an overbite, twenty extra pounds. Made uncomfortable in my own skin, I smile when I remember my first attempt at love with a skinny brown girl I cared for, but didn’t know very well.
In her basement we each held the other and I forgot to feel nervous about my own nakedness – that feeling of having the eyes of the world on me.
Though you would know, if you knew me, that those years are still not completely gone. I still look in the mirror. I’m still not happy.
You would know too, if you knew me, that I saw in that girl an unreal perfection based on her real imperfections. Her gangly arms and legs held me tight and rubbed themselves against my skin with all the care I had assumed there would be from one who was supposed to love you.
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