Debbie wants a sex story.  A fun one.  Oh gosh.  I’m not sure I can remember far enough back to fun sex.  Oh that’s not entirely true.  But most of our recent fun sex is of the “Oh man that was a silly noise” variety. It’s hard to have sex with two little kids around.  Hm.  Ooh!  I’ll tell one D was kind of there for.

I describe myself as not so much polyamorous as not good at monogamy.  What that means is that when I feel stifled in my relationship my impulse is to want to sleep with other people.  When I was younger I had a strong personal ethic that if I wanted to sleep with someone else that much I should break up with the person I was dating because obviously I wasn’t truly in love with them.  That would be one of the break ups with Stephen.  I was 18 and not very interested in being boring.  I wanted to be out having an exciting life!  Which meant fucking other people.  I re-met D right around this time.

Background on D!  So when I met D I was 15.  I was attending LGHS, the only high school I attended for a full year, my sophomore year.  I was hanging out at Rocky Horror Picture Show.  I had originally been brought by some friends but they stopped coming.  They were successfully controlled by their parents who thought it was inappropriate for high school kids to be out all night long every Saturday.  I didn’t have such a situation, so I did whatever I wanted.  Which was to glom onto a couple of guys in a row.  One of them was skeezy and icki and he is the only boyfriend who has ever slapped me (without permission).  I think he was 27 years old.  I dumped him the minute he hit me.  I wasn’t going to put up with that shit.  Then there was a boy who was attending Santa Clara University.  Oh I thought he was dreamy.  Really he was a self-absorbed jerk, but that plays well to 15 year old girls.  The whole time I was chasing him he was chasing D.  Who had a boyfriend.  It was all very 90210.  I quite obviously didn’t like her much.

Then I remet D a few years later and liked her very much.  She kind of grew on me.  Like a fungus.  It started out because I ran into her at a local theater where she was stagemanaging a production of Hair.  I started hanging out with a bunch of people from that theater all at the same time.  I did the “I have no life and maybe if I hang out here and do little odd jobs they’ll let me stay” thing.  Luckily they did!  In retrospect, I was very willing to work and I had some level of skill so I wasn’t in the way at awkward times.  Why wouldn’t they let me volunteer at a random small community theater?  But I was insecure and they were cool grown ups and I wanted them to like me.  So I did a lot of work.  No!  I wasn’t 18!  I was still 17.  Because I don’t think I had moved out yet.

So there was of course this guy, Steve.  Funny that I dumped a Stephen because I wanted to go fuck a Steve.  But there it is.  I didn’t cheat at all.  As soon as I had lustful thoughts I broke off dating.  I was going to be ethical, dangit.  And slutty.  Even in the depths of my current whinge I can’t feel bad about it.

Oh man.  She wanted fun.  I’m being whiny.  Gah.  Steve!  What did I like about him…  hmmm… If I tell the truth I probably mostly wanted him because D was toying with him (but had a boyfriend) and he wanted D.  This is why I know girl games exist!  I play them!  *ahem*  (delete ranty digression about how I am not alone in being manipulative and in fact it is a common and useful skill.)