{ Thursday, February 13, 2003 }


[Februarium, day four]

I've been naked in a lot of places. Danced naked on an alter once with some friends. But most of that nudity had nothing to do with sex.

I've been naked with a boy in a sexual manner... oh, um, everywhere.

Creeks, lakes, swimming pools and hot tubs.
Right there on the ground in open fields on a golf course, meadows in the park, front lawns and cul-de-sacs.
Behind the bushes, under the bushes, hell, just close enough to the bushes that we could roll into hiding if need be.
In the woods at my house, in the woods at his house, in the woods where we worked...

Parked on populated streets, parked in the park, parked on half finished roads in every subdivision in Cincinnati, parked on those deserted country roads where teenagers go to park, parked in parking lots before we went into the party, parked outside the house before we left the party. You can too have sex in the front seat of a CRX or a Geo Metro. Or any car really if you're just creative enough about it. But nothing will ever beat that 1984 Oldsmobile 98 Regency. It was like two couches with a motor.

On the washing machine, on the dishwasher, on the dryer, on the kitchen counter, on the kitchen table, under the kitchen table, under the pool table, sitting on the pool table, laying on the pool table, really that poor pool table saw too much action.

In the stairwell at a fraternity house, in the stairwell in some building in Downtown Covington, on the stairs to his bedroom in his parents' house...

The back patio, the futon, the couches, the basement floors, a couple closets, none of those in homes where either of us lived...

The bathrooms... the bathroom where we used to work, the staff showers where we used to work, the half built bathroom at the park, the finished bathroom at that other park, the abthroom at the mall, the bathroom at my mother's house, the bathroom at those parties... I should stop this list now...

Moving vehicles in twelve (!!) states. Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, Tennessee, Arkansas, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Illinois, Iowa, and Michigan.

The back of the movie theater during a matinee of a children's movie. The back of the movie theater during every other kind of movie.

Under the table in the dining hall, at the foot of the memorial, behind the bathrooms, every element on the ropes course, the dam road, the dance field, that hill on the other side of the road, and on and on.

All between the ages of fifteen and nineteen. It's amazing how not having an apartment of your own (or your boyfriend's first apartment!) allows for flexibility.

posted by mary ann 3:23 PM