Remember when you were five and used to play doctor. “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine?” Sure you do. Here’s a variation on the game.
You tell me about yours and I’ll tell you about mine. I’ll even go first.
I was a good girl. I went to an all-girls high school. We were all good girls, except for Joanie who rumor had it she did it in summer camp when she was 16. I didn’t know if I could still be her friend after I found out.
My entire sex education came from the movies. In the 50s, even married couples had to sleep in separate beds in the picture shows. If they did “it,” they just showed logs burning in a fireplace. I never really knew if they did it or if it was just cold in their house.
Once when I was in college (an all girls college) my girlfriend and I hitched rides to Florida over spring vacation. Hitch hiking was safe in those days. So was sun tanning, eating red meat, and smoking cigarettes.
On the way down, we wanted to take showers but we didn’t have enough money for a hotel so we found a nudist colony, “Nature Loves You,” that was real cheap. We showered, then stayed in the bunk so we didn’t have to play volleyball tout nu and have other things bouncing around besides the ball.
I’d never seen a guy without his clothes on. My father had split and I didn’t have a brother to sneak looks at. My big Nature surprise was seeing a man with nothing on. Actually, it wasn’t such a big surprise. I couldn’t believe that that small silly dangling thing is what all the fuss was about.
Then I was 18 ½ and in love. After four years of the two of us doing everything but… I thought he’d leave me if I didn’t do it. It seemed every time I turned WNEW on the radio, Sinatra would be singing “All or Nothing at All” about my situation.
But oh what was going through my mind. An illegitimate child, I’d be shunned by all, have to give the baby up for adoption and find work as a waitress in an all-night diner in a factory town far away from everybody I knew. I’d change my name to Roxy, peroxide my hair, and serve coffee and pancakes to guys named Rocco and Big Dick who’d call me Baby Blue Eyes and ask me out for a beer and after.
I’d be like Barbara Stanwyck and Joan Crawford in the movies— a gum chewing, wise cracking smart-ass, one who would do things so that one day I’d own the diner. And one day my son would buy the diner to add to his restaurant empire never knowing I was his real mother. But I would know because mother’s always know things.
Even worse, the love of my life would suddenly think I was a whore and leave me for Susan, the girl with big brown eyes and the biggest boobs in our dorm whose father owned half of Texas.
All these thoughts went through my mind in seconds.
But I did “it” anyway, and worried if I was doing it right. Then I worried because I wouldn’t have clean underpants to wear in the morning.
What was it like for me that first time? You ever hear Peggy Lee sing “Is That All There Is?”. But the first time I tried to ride a bicycle it wasn’t as easy or as much fun as when I know how.
How come, especially after the first time, boys are so happy and girls are so worried? How come boys tell everyone (except their parents) and girls don’t tell anyone (especially their parents).
In 1962 when the pill became available everything changed. From stories my younger girlfriends told me, they needed more than two hands to count their experiences. Some even needed more than their fingers and toes. A few of my girlfriends needed adding machines. But by the 60s I was married and had kids. As a wife and mother, the only pill I ever needed was aspirin.
I realize everything is different today. Sex tapes, cybersex, sex scenes in movies and cable, politicians who used to expose things about their rivals now expose themselves. From hang out to hook up can be as fast as getting a burger at a drive through. Middle school kids know more than I do.
I can’t believe I’m turning into a prude after three husbands and six children.
What’s private anymore? Not even me or this blog!
I’m convinced there are no virgins over 16 anymore, except in MY family. But like they’d tell me?
What’s your story? No names please to protect the innocent and the not so innocent.
How was your first time? Was it good? Were you scared? Did it hurt? Were you drinking? Was it just blah? Or was it weird? Do you not want to remember? Were you in love? Do you still think about it—about him? Did you marry him?
If you’re still waiting to do it for the first time and need some advice— I’m here.
You’re just a button click away– and I’d love to hear from you.
About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes–even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago.
Goodbye until next time…
Hope your day turns out as well as I hope
(but doubt) mine will,
Gingy (Ilene)
these are amazing
Hey,
Thank you but I don’t know anything about pipes.
Except I once knew someone who smoked one.
Irene & Gingy,
Thanx for your blog here.
Thanx for your friendship.
Thanx for sharing your gift of writing and humor and wit and art.
Almost there ..Tuesday is the big moving day to my new place in town.
I got the Golden Keys.
I feel like Charlie and his Golden ticket he got from buying all those chocolate bars.
Everything I deem valuable and necessary is leaving with me.
This cabin has been my home under the Giant Redwoods for 5years never thought
I would be leaving so soon but life is all about change and learning about yourself and compassion and helping others.
I met a young traveler traveling by himself from Michigan after I got my key on Fri.
He was sitting on a bench eating a sandwich. We began to talk and he told me where he was from and where he was heading. I suggested he not go up the way he had planned and rather travel up along the Oregon coast. I also told him to stop at my friends organic farm where they have workshops on combing. I gave him their number and directions. We gave each other a hug and said good bye.
This morning I got an email from Jared and he said he connected with my friends and he signed up for a workshop in cobbing and community gardens and he thanked me for suggesting he ride along the Oregon coast. He slept on the beach
And took many photos.
I love the saying, ” If you have knowledge let others light their candles from it”.
I’m unplugging from the Internet Monday morning. I will be getting a new service in town but that will take some time. So either call me 707-502-8156 or drop me a card at P.O. BOx 294, Garberville,CA 95542
Peace & Love always,
Arlyne
Arlyne, Thank you. xo
Gingy,
Thank you for offering your well earned brownie pin to me but right now I’m letting go of things and I have my daughters brownie pin and badges she earned.
But I think you should put that pin on a hat because when your out walking about you might meet other brownies and start up a conversation with them. One never knows who you meet in life once you pick yourself up and get out of your comfort
Zone.
I have met many new people with this sudden move to town. A son and grandson of a friend who picked up all the stuff I didn’t need but they had a place for it. I
Made a list of all the things I Won’t Miss here & a list of things I Will Miss. I have learned patience and not being in control can be very enlightening. It has been for me.
We are in the mist of wildfire season last year the wildfires were south east of us this year they are northeast. We have had smokey skies for over a week and last night blue skies and I opened up my windows and slept with them open all, night.
What a true gift fresh air. Let us pray for all those less fortunate where they live around wildfires where they are either locked up away from smokey air or they are being evacuated from danger of them. OR, CA,MT we need to pray that the rains come early and the fire is contained (no more spreading of new fires). We need to pray for Houston & LOuisiana and Florida & outside the USA with hurricanes that have ripped the daily lives away from people or They have died in these terrible weather storms and now they are all in survival mode.
In all of this I see Love in Action, I see Compassion above self, I see Caring and Community holding its own, I see people helping people they don’t even know, neighbors helping neighbors, everything that we as a people lost maybe in our daily lives and thru tradegy and lost have regained.
My niece who is a teacher and lives in a neighborhood in Houston,TX lost their home, when the Army Core of Engineers made a quick decision and opened up the reservoirs to let water out and it went and flooded many neighborhoods in its path.
They said it was for the greater good and now a neighborhood who never was flooded before is under water. She went back this past weekend to find that their neighborhood is not even on the FEMA list which means their whole neighborhood will not be reimbursed for all the damage to their homes. They had evacuated with their two girls several days before the hurricane hit to Austin where they had family. Please pray that everything gets organized and they get something for thier
Home so they can get their life back on track.
A lot of praying And hoping in sudden situations like this. Brownies and girl scouts and Boy Scouts and Eagle Scouts earn badges for doing good in their communities and earning pins. Wear your pin Gingy you earned it!
I sang that Brownie song too–a hundred years ago–AND I STILL HAVE MY
BROWNIE PIN. I’m been saving it for someone who would appreciate it.
Would you like it?
Gingy,
Today, I let go from packing up my cabin and my friend Julie and I went to town. I treated her to a pizza and we both enjoyed chatting and listening to each other. She is a local from SoHum (southern Humboldt Cty,California) and I am a newbie from NJ. I have lived in SoHum for 5years and have fallen in love with this place. Wherever I have lived I have loved and never wanted to leave but here I am packing and quacking and moving away from living under the redwoods. I’m moving into town without by best friend and leaving behind a life that I loved but now it’s in the past and living in town will be my new neighborhood. My daughter and her family will be moving away from SoHum on Sept 1st so I will be with my friends who are like family to me. So many twists and turns Life has to offer me now.
This packing thing has become a real catharsis for me with throwing out and giving away and finding things I had misplaced, and things I bought but never used. I hope I can live a more simpler life and when I’m settled get back into the things I love to do like writing to friends, knitting, painting and having friends over for tea and talk.
My best friend who moved to Olympia,WA and I will remain best friends and keep in touch and share our new adventures with each other. I was a brownie and we use to sing that song called, “Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other is gold”.
Love ya girlfriend and love your comment..yes I do have a lot of cream cheese on my bagels.
Hugs,
Arlyne
Seema,
Thank you.
Who/where r u?
Gingy
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Arylyn,
I recently wrote to a friend, a woman without
a past is like a bagel without cream cheese. You’ve
had a lot of cheese on your bagel.
Gingy
Gingy,
I get it ….Samson from the Bible.
We all called him Leopold.
He was one cool dude who had a mom who also was an Artist/Sculpturist.
We had a lot of adventures back then. We hitched hiked to Sausalito to visit
With his parents and I will always remember that trip. We caught a ride from
Bristow, CA all the way to Berkeley from a couple who was going to see their daughter. Not only did they pick up two long haired hippies they bought me five lbs of bing cherries and took us out for dinner and paid for our hotel room. We had a lot of conversation going on in their car and what wonderful aware parents they turned out to be. I hope that their daughter recognizes how grateful they are.
Peace and Love always, Arlyne
Ps. Don’t forget to wear a flower in your hair!
Marion,
You’re one in a million!
Gingy
First time wedding night 1965 wondered what all the hype was about! 52 years later, same and only man, still wondering!
Arlyne,
Are you sure his name was Lee and not Samson?
Gingy
The first time I did the “wild thing” was with my friend Lee who had very long dirty blonde hair to his waist and I also had dirty blonde hair to my waist, a match made in heaven. We took mushrooms and since he was older then me and way more experienced we just started touching and it was feelings I never felt before. We were connected. This was the 70’s when I was free he was a college film major.
I was a potter and I taught pottery. We stayed together for 4years but then he cut his hair without telling me and poof the magic was gone. I moved back to NJ and
He graduated and became a film professor in FL. Who knows if our lives will cross
Again but I still remember that day when he popped my cherry And everything that goes along with that beautiful day together.
Peace, Joy & Love always sweet friend,
Arlyne
Aben,
Hey, so tell us about your first time.
(Aben and I went to Hunter Elementary School together.)
No, we didn’t do it!
Gingy
Great blog!
Linda,
Maybe he was friends with Jordan’s do-do when he
was younger. Good he was good for something later on.
But why do we fall in love with the bad boys?
Gingy
All through high school and early college, I’d only let boys kiss me. No other monkey business! But when I was a junior in college in 1969, the Woodstock Festival year, I was crazy about Jim and slept with him after an all-night session of preparing an art exhibit on our university campus. I kept waiting for some epiphany the next morning, but it wasn’t there. He went home to PA for the summer and was even more of a jerk when he returned in the fall. By Thanksgiving, I’d had enough. Fast forward to 40 years later, Jim and I had become friends, and he ended up introducing me to his best friend from high school who had been widowed. We married a year later and are living happily ever after.
I taught at one high school for 27 years, and my friend Andrea and I would stand in the hall between classes. Pregnant girls from grades 9-12 would pass us, and one of us would say, “Look at her! And I’ll bet she didn’t even have fun doing it!”
Jordan,
Better late than never, baby.
You got smart but he’s probably still a do-do.
Gingy
My first time was with (what I thought was) my first love and at the far too young age of 15 at a stupid party in highschool after too many drinks. It was awkward, uncomfortable, and entirely regrettable. This single act led me to feel tied to this dope, whom I went on to marry and then divorce after 10 years of marriage. Sex made me feel permanently connected to this guy who was not my emotional, intellectual counterpart. I had babies with him and washed his boxers…all because he was the ONE …or so my teenage conscience thought. I wish my fundamental Christian parents wouldn’t have placed so much importance on the physical act – it would have saved me over 15 years wasted on a do-do. I understand that it’s special, but it shouldn’t be the preface to one’s destiny.