tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823073892487105533.post5672677915322575033..comments2024-03-28T19:01:54.049-05:00Comments on Tales of West Hollywood: On My Knees in the Teaching Assistant's OfficeNYSocBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06658785942817017972noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823073892487105533.post-88939953315137837932019-06-13T02:05:08.746-05:002019-06-13T02:05:08.746-05:00For me, it was biology. High school bio. The guy w...For me, it was biology. High school bio. The guy who sat next to me, a year younger but we were both advanced students, apparently knew I was bi (I'd thought my jerkoff, frot, and interfemoral sessions with friends were a secret.) and started feeling me up.<br /><br />After class I'd invited him to go swimming that weekend. It was the last week of August so still hot. I introduced him to interfemoral that day. To be honest, he was the first out and proud guy I'd done anything with: Rainbow suspenders, Allen Ginsburg book in his backpack (I was, like most of my generation, more into Steinbeck and Kerouac.), kinda goth-ish look.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823073892487105533.post-55187895602750367982018-03-26T08:21:11.827-05:002018-03-26T08:21:11.827-05:00Really, once you leave the Castro or the East Vill...Really, once you leave the Castro or the East Village or West Hollywood or Church St, urban areas can go infra-red, at least in homophobia. Things are getting a lot better, mostly because every day there are fewer people born before Stonewall and more born after Stonewall, but never assume big cities are models of tolerance.<br /><br />(One of the MANY idiocies of 2016...)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com