Strange what brings thoughts back. Long time ago as well. Suppressed memories. I remember wrestling with neighbour hood friends, I was about seven, typical stuff. I managed to get a stick over my boy area, his body weight pressed it in. I screamed, taken to hospital to have stiches in the groin. I knew what I was doing sort of. We are looking at 49years ago now!
Lord why didn't my parents catch on, I was so much into accidental groin injury that now a days I would be under care. It's all coming flooding back. God some of these thoughts are old. Never seen the light of day.
Coupling up a torch battery to the bed room lamp. Except the battery was between my legs (don't ask for the logic). Threw me across the room. Fused the house. Balls still there.
Sorry for the speech becca, this is just streaming through my brain. I took up free style karate at Uni, I was a light fly weight. Loved fighting free style. Never wore a box. Got a reputation for it. I was kicked in the groin every fight, so much it stopped hurting. It ended up being an advantage as my oppenents were so concentrated on kicking me in the balls they left their heads unprotected. I had no trouble smashing faces. For some reason they really liked kicking each other in the balls. Macho stuff. Take note Nero and Lachlen
Goddess this brings back thoughts. Accidently getting trapped in the violin strings. I'm not sure how that was explained, I remember now I need stiches again. You'd have thought some one would have caught on. I went to an all male Christian Bros school. Evil bastards. I always volunteered to be the female in the school play. I recommended that we should have friday night ball room classes with the local girls school. Me and a few other "fairies' attended. Nice girls though I remember that, they were as shy as us and even had my first date. I remember so well, I was cured. I thanked God. I was normal. Hadn't even kissed her. Never did. Her name was Frances. She would have been tiny 'cos she was smaller than me. I felt such a stud. Never even kissed her. I split with her one friday night. I was wearing my sisters bra and panties under my jeans and sweater. She was wearing a really nice dress. I think she had bought it especially.
I broke her heart.
So sad. Sorry Frances whether you may be. I hope you found the man of your dreams. And loved well and long.
Sorry Becca
That was a bit of an emotional ride. Shortly after that I went out en femme and was raped. I think I've been repressing lots of stuff. Glad to have it out.
Sweet dreams my sister
Cindy