tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post4146079478924717066..comments2023-11-02T04:23:14.216-07:00Comments on IT WAS <br> HER <br> NEW YORK: Sunday Memories: My First Timec.o. moedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04842423601233807880noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post-85658862637838550892010-01-07T05:33:08.400-08:002010-01-07T05:33:08.400-08:00Was ruminating on the comment. The fog -- took m...Was ruminating on the comment. The fog -- took me almost 35 years to reclaim myself from that fog. Even now I feel like San Francisco at times - it just rolls in... I am pissed that spontaneous joy was so crushed then and I want to reclaim now. and I wonder what happened to that nice boy I eventually was not so nice to...c.o. moedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04842423601233807880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post-58263978482478814182010-01-06T06:40:44.167-08:002010-01-06T06:40:44.167-08:00CO,
yeah, reminds me of my first kissing part...CO, <br /><br /> yeah, reminds me of my first kissing party in a friend's downstairs after a great party and walking home in the fourty below cold in the little northern Canadian town I grew up in . . . <br /><br /> I can relate to the fog, since it closed in not long after for years and years, and only when I settled in New York in the early 90's did it begin to clear away. It's still clearing . . . <br /><br /> TimAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8938111885824771622.post-27882938539064095102010-01-03T04:31:36.836-08:002010-01-03T04:31:36.836-08:00sweet, those first times. I often wonder what happ...sweet, those first times. I often wonder what happened to those boys of my own early memories. not enough to search them out and have them back in my life, but wouldn't I love to just be a fly on the wall for a day....onlythejodihttp://onlythejodi.comnoreply@blogger.com