WebKittyn Warbles
Sunday, July 30, 2006
My Own World
I am very much in my own zone right now. Right where I want to be.
There was a post earlier from a brave woman posting of her reasons for blogging for RAINN. It made me think and when I'm done with this I'm going to go sponsor her a few doubloons.
I was molested when I was 14. I hate using the word molested and remember, I'm old as dirt so 'molested' was a whole other thing in the stone ages. Taken advantage of? Accosted against my will? I never felt like a victim after it and it never caused any psychological scars (that I'm aware of, maybe it did) but it was definitely a bad thing.
I was at sleepaway camp, it was a badly run camp up in the Catskills. I was 14 and a camper, he was 38 and a handyman/all around sort of guy. He was good looking, all the girls made moon-eyes when Johnny G. walked by. I was your average 14 year old, pretty well built but nothing special.
I was a flirt though, we all were. We were 14 and it was a co-ed camp with no supervision.
We had a divisional sing contest one night, our division won. As the prize we were told we could stay out all night. Part of our skit was myself and another camper dressed in really skimpy shorts and yellow shirts. Great costumes to put on 14 year olds.
It was late, it was after 1 and we were hanging out with Johnny G and some of the other guys. I had been flirting with Johnny, typical 14 year old flirting. I had never had sex, I was pretty clueless at 14. It was a different time.
Johnny G. asked me to go for a walk and stupidly, I went. I really thought he was interested in what I had to say and somehow this great conversation was going to take place behind an archery net in the middle of the night. I really believed it.
Crap, this is going long. I'm going to hit this and go grab another Arizona shot and finish for the 4 AM post.
<-- Steal me!
