Reflections of Evelyn
When I was in junior high, I had a best friend at the time who gave me my very first girl kiss in the jacuzzi of her hot tub and later she broke it off as friends because I guess she thought I was too religious and wouldn’t understand or accept her, but hey, I was there for it. And one day, her dad treated us to a getaway at some fancy Westin resort near Palm Springs and it was just me, my best friend, her dad and her brother. Her brother was some sort of “special”. I don’t know what you would call him these days but he had a difficult time controlling himself and spoke in a particular way. After an afternoon at the pool, my bestie and I went back to the hotel and took a nap. Her older brother was near me in the room and he reached under the covers and started touching me. As girls often are, I was shamed for bringing it to the adults attention when I got home and they chalked it up to him being special, he didn’t mean it, and maybe that didn’t really happen. In that same family dynamic, my friend's mom had a male friend who was her gigolo of sorts and we always hated that guy. He was a creep. He always tried to make it seem like he was one of us. He wasn’t. My mom would ask him to come over to the house sometimes to work on house projects; like paint our fucking kitchen pink and purple with gold sparkles. God, it was horrendous growing up with that fucking kitchen. But I always told my mom how uncomfortable I was with him being there, that he did not have good intentions whenever my mom left the room. But my mom thought I was being harsh and dramatic and had her own intentions for him being there, so she let it slide. Thankfully for me, he only attempted to make advances and said a lot of things he shouldn’t. I always hoped nothing happened to my gf though. She ended up becoming non-binary and he became transgender. Go figure. There was another time in college when I went to the school doctor for help about some female problems I was having and the doctor said he was gonna “try to help me out” and I’m pretty sure it’s for reasons like what went down in that room that they always have nurses join in now and leave the door open. Us pioneers gotta lead the way, right? I remember being impacted by it shortly after graduation time and I reported it to the cops but they said because I was in a different city when I called it in, they couldn’t file a claim for me unless I went back to the scene of the crime. I thought that was bologna and that's probably where my issues started with cops back then. I think the only reason why I graduated was because my mom threw enough of a stink about what happened that day in the doctors office that they gave me a pass because I couldn’t pass my math classes. Algebra freaking 2 you guys. I always sucked @ math. I hope that’s not why I was able to graduate. I hope not. To end on a lighter note, at the tail end of turning almost 22, I worked a security guard job and worked my first shift at Oz Fest in Orange County where the good ole Ozzie Osborne was performing and my allergies were so bad that I asked to be relocated from the dusty back side of the festival and they stuck me in front of the catering booth where I met the love of my life. He was 14 years older than me. A voice from behind me offered me a brownie,and I turned around to see where the voice was coming from and my life was forever changed from that point forward. I love you forever, Guido. Love always, Claudia. Claudia: I don't understand. He meets a girl that can give him a new life and he pushes her away? Guido: Because he no longer believes in it. Claudia: Because he doesn't know how to love. Guido: Because it isn't true that a woman can change a man. Claudia: Because he doesn't know how to love. Guido: And above all because I don't feel like telling another pile of lies. Claudia: Because he doesn't know how to love. -Federico Fellini's 8½
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