13 – Experimental Fiction About Finding My Other Half
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.
Nudist dating: A facebook chat excerpt
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.
To A Stranger – Experimental Fiction About My First TIme
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.
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