Last weekend, I hung out with some of the women I grew up with.
When they asked what I’m up to, work-wise, I told the truth: I write erotic fiction.
It’s like we should have a support group or something, us smut peddlers. Smut Peddlers Anonymous. SPA. Hmm…that acronym might not work.
One friend replied, “I’d like to think we all played a role in this!”
Eh. Nature, nurture, we all end up wacky for various reasons. I will say, however, that the four of us girls did some WEIRD THINGS growing up. Would you like to know a few of those things?
Weird Thing #1: We found a couch in the woods and constructed a fort around it. We spent hours preparing to protect our secret fort hangout, which included play-fighting with sticks and climbing up trees to be on the look out. Our fort was ruined when some older boys found our stash of porn under the couch cushions.
Yes, we had a stash of porn under the couch cushions.
Also, can you think of a reason that couch was out in the woods? *shudder*
Weird Thing #2: We devised a whipping station! Amazingly, I wasn’t the one to come up with this idea! Basically, the person who would be swatted had to stick her torso through a natural hole in a large branch. Another branch was pulled back and snapped against her behind.
Weird Thing #3: We played a va-jay-jay and wee-wee game in the pool. Plastic rings were vaginas, plastic rods were penises. I forget the rules, but I suspect it was fairly rudimentary.
Maybe those things aren’t so strange. Kids do odd stuff all the time. It amuses me, though.
I’m moving around again. Tomorrow I hop on a plane for another strange adventure! More soon…