You might need to buckle up a little for this one, because teenager logic is golden. [And she wasn't a very cohesive kid by any means.] So, you have to realize that I'd already been pretty sexually active by then, I pretty much worked my way through half of my grade and up into the Sophomores by then, the Energizer bunny didn't have shit on me.
[Twelve and half to seventeen was a whirlwind of shitty decisions, bruises, and lots of guys and a few girls.]
But I was terrified of sex shops. I don't know why. You'd think a girl wouldn't have many standards after so much gravel's on her damn knees but they just freaked me out. I didn't like seeing them, didn't want to go in them, I got my lingerie from mall stores and crap. It was a very deep set thing.
[She raises both hands, some magical signal that she has appropriately communicated the stage. She's also a little tipsy by now.]
So what's the first thing my stupid high school friends want to do when I'm high as shit? Drag me to a sex shop, kicking and screaming, threatening to rip off limbs the whole time, because I'm a brat when I'm high.
[Which she has no been since, like, sixteen, but it's an important note. Also sorry Boxer, the dramatic pause goes here.]
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You might need to buckle up a little for this one, because teenager logic is golden. [And she wasn't a very cohesive kid by any means.] So, you have to realize that I'd already been pretty sexually active by then, I pretty much worked my way through half of my grade and up into the Sophomores by then, the Energizer bunny didn't have shit on me.
[Twelve and half to seventeen was a whirlwind of shitty decisions, bruises, and lots of guys and a few girls.]
But I was terrified of sex shops. I don't know why. You'd think a girl wouldn't have many standards after so much gravel's on her damn knees but they just freaked me out. I didn't like seeing them, didn't want to go in them, I got my lingerie from mall stores and crap. It was a very deep set thing.
[She raises both hands, some magical signal that she has appropriately communicated the stage. She's also a little tipsy by now.]
So what's the first thing my stupid high school friends want to do when I'm high as shit? Drag me to a sex shop, kicking and screaming, threatening to rip off limbs the whole time, because I'm a brat when I'm high.
[Which she has no been since, like, sixteen, but it's an important note. Also sorry Boxer, the dramatic pause goes here.]