If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want — good or bad. When you’re finished,post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
Answers screened by default. If you don’t mind them being posted, let me know and I’ll unscreen them.
I remember seeing you at the PE…i was brand new and it was my FIRST public scene. You were wearing a red T-shirt with black lettering that read, “Boys Are Great. Every Girl Should Own One”…I thought (and still do!) that you were yummy!
looking up at the sky and the tops of the trees,
in the woods behind Pete’s house, my vision tunneling in and greying out around the edges, most of my body weight supported by you holding me up by my neck. Oh so yummy!
Feel free to un-screen mine..
We were at edges for an TNG Con meeting and you and Noah left saying.. let’s go creep out people when they see a naked woman having sex… I think you were going to PE….
You left out the important adjective pregnant in trying to creep people out. 🙂
I don’t think we actually made it to PE that night. Oh well. 🙂
I meant to type that but stupid work.. the phone rang and interrupted me train of thought…
I remember you as a queen holding court, sitting on your bed surrounded by love and attention. All the cool kids got to play with you.
You made sure that people you cared about felt welcome, and didn’t give a rats ass about the rest of the infestation. I admire your ability to give so much, but know when and where to stop.
You may unscreen if you wish.
Sharing a bed at Truckee fair and the chats on the ride home. I was so furious at Renee that she invited you to share a tent with her and me, and then abandoned me with someone I’d met once, but in retrospect I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I tried to tickle you at my first munch. You shot me down, with complete justification. ::winces in remembrance::
Unfortunatly, I have never met you, but I enjoy reading about your life here.
Unscreen all you like–I don’t mind if the whole world knows that a hottie came up to me in the grocery store, complimented me on my shirt and then asked me to come to a social gathering. Is it any wonder I have a crush on you? (:
I also liked hanging out in your apartment and watching movies and talking. That was very cozy.
Wow. I thought this was Mo’s blog and just sent in a memory which would have mystified you!
My first time I knew you existed was at the screening of Secretary on your birthday and Tom (?) annnounced you to the crowd. I was startled at what an open slut you must have been; so comfortable with your sexuality.
🙂 At that point Tom and I had been (mostly) monogamous for a couple years. It’s interesting how perception works.
I was probably a lot less comfortable than I seemed. And that night was weird because a vanilla friend was there and not happy to be there and made everything weird. It was still awesome to be acknowledged that way. 🙂 Oh, and Sarah (Bailey) announced my birthday. 🙂
Haha, coming over to your apartment in south San Jose and sorting papers for you to grade. I’m such a gentleman. =]
I remember meeting you in the Portland basement, and thinking wow, I don’t care much for PVC or latex, but *damn* she looks hot.
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Seeing you participate in a demo on various bondage equipment after stating that the other person who hosted these type displays always used thin models and you would like to see a variety of body types used. I’ve always admired people you say “this should be” then make it so. Talk is cheap. Action requires effort.
We got off to a rough start because I was “than skinny chick”. We had a sensitive discussion about the pro/cons of being both thin and heavy. And that was when we first started to become friends.
It has been great to continue to be involved in your life, if only in a small way, through LJ.
recall that bitterly cold winter’s day?
when we walked to the lake
in calm, below-zero temperatures
and spent time skipping rocks
on it’s thin, transparent, glass-smooth ice?
how you laughed when you discovered that
if your wet tongue would steam if
you stuck it out of your mouth?
hey!
hold on here!
that wasn’t you at all!
how dare you hijack that memory, there, Missy!
TNG… My ability to miss the garbage can with bad lettuce amused you.. Most everything else about me torqued you off.. Perhaps we have too much in common.. Being judged feels as exhausting as judging others.. — me.. Glad you are enjoying your daughter.. Mothers inspire me.. I just can’t be one.. ~s