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Rockinonahigh · 09-30-2013, 03:27 PM

The first time I ever beat a pro trainer in a horse show,I was 14 the trophy was all of 7 inches high,I still have it.

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 09-30-2013, 05:01 PM

A rather fond and comical memory (although happy is to be speculated at) I have is of going to Norway the first time as a child. I was 6 and elder sister (the next eldest up from me out of the three) had been revving my excitement about the trip in that she kept telling me that Norway was the birthplace of Thor. Now, mind you; she meant the Norse god, whereas, I thought she meant my favourite comic book hero. After a lovely (although you couldn't have convinced me of that at the time) visit, we were headed to the airport to fly back home to the states. I was so disappointed because I hadn't seen "MY" Thor. As it become time to board the plane, my mother took my hand and gently informed me and my sister it was time to go. I wasn't having it. I flipped out and started crying and screaming that I didn't want to go. I even threw in a "Don't touch me!" and a "I'm not going with you!". Those are two key phrases that attract the attention of airport security. And attract attention I did. So much so that my family was pulled aside and escorted to a customs office. We ended up missing our flight, I got the tongue lashing of a lifetime...all because of Thor. And to this day I will always giggle when I see the comic book hero Thor.

Soft*Silver · 09-30-2013, 05:07 PM

when i was young, my parents bought me a pony for Christmas. I was so excited! It was the best Christmas present I ever had!

Words · 09-30-2013, 06:04 PM

Vegas, '93, and my first ever dose of concentrated butch-femme energy.

If we're talking most treasured memories, it definitely ranks up there with the birth/adoption day of my children and the day that B. and I got married.

deb_U_taunt · 09-30-2013, 06:41 PM

The birth of my daughter.

My first lesbian kiss.

Bea's Grocery in West Seattle and the old penny candy counter.

Family camping trips

macele · 09-30-2013, 07:54 PM

the first memory that came to mind, (i wonder why), is of daddy, momma, and me shopping at sears. the candy counter. and they sold hee haw overalls. i was crazy over those overalls. never got any.

another memory is of playing basketball in the backyard, ... pretending to be on pat summitt's team and in her huddle.

the memory and memories don't last forever. disease, age, or death will take them away. i wish there was a slideshow of the good, great, awe inspiring memories. there's so much i'd like to feel again, ... that i've already forgotten. maybe something will jar, shake, rattle, ... the good times.

“My short-term factual memory can be like water; events are a brief disturbance on the surface and then it closes back up again, as if nothing ever touched it. But it’s a strange fact that my long-term memory remains strong, perhaps because it recorded events when my mind was unaffected. My emotional memory is intact too, perhaps because feelings are recorded and stored in a different place than facts. The things that happened deeper in the past, and deeper in the breast, are still there for me, under the water.

I won 1,098 games, and eight national championships, and coached in four different decades. But what I see are not the numbers. I see their faces.

'Pat should get a tattoo!' The kids laughed. 'What kind should she get?'

'A heart. She should get a heart.'

Little did they know. They are the tattoos.”
― Pat Summitt, Sum It Up: A Thousand and Ninety-Eight Victories, a Couple of Irrelevant Losses, and a Life in Perspective

09-30-2013, 05:01 PM	#2
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759003	A rather fond and comical memory (although happy is to be speculated at) I have is of going to Norway the first time as a child. I was 6 and elder sister (the next eldest up from me out of the three) had been revving my excitement about the trip in that she kept telling me that Norway was the birthplace of Thor. Now, mind you; she meant the Norse god, whereas, I thought she meant my favourite comic book hero. After a lovely (although you couldn't have convinced me of that at the time) visit, we were headed to the airport to fly back home to the states. I was so disappointed because I hadn't seen "MY" Thor. As it become time to board the plane, my mother took my hand and gently informed me and my sister it was time to go. I wasn't having it. I flipped out and started crying and screaming that I didn't want to go. I even threw in a "Don't touch me!" and a "I'm not going with you!". Those are two key phrases that attract the attention of airport security. And attract attention I did. So much so that my family was pulled aside and escorted to a customs office. We ended up missing our flight, I got the tongue lashing of a lifetime...all because of Thor. And to this day I will always giggle when I see the comic book hero Thor. __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel

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09-30-2013, 03:27 PM	#1
Rockinonahigh Senior Member How Do You Identify?: stone butch Preferred Pronoun?: makes no diffrence,I know who I am. Relationship Status: single,maybe looking if the right person comes along. Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: shreveport,Louisiana Posts: 4,907 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 4,682 Thanked 14,933 Times in 3,938 Posts Rep Power: 21474857	The first time I ever beat a pro trainer in a horse show,I was 14 the trophy was all of 7 inches high,I still have it.

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Words Member How Do You Identify?: Queer femme submissive Relationship Status: Married Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: UK Posts: 969 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,449 Thanked 4,257 Times in 677 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	Vegas, '93, and my first ever dose of concentrated butch-femme energy. If we're talking most treasured memories, it definitely ranks up there with the birth/adoption day of my children and the day that B. and I got married.

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macele Member How Do You Identify?: a bold-assed maximus Preferred Pronoun?: she Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: mississippi Posts: 1,066 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,178 Thanked 3,230 Times in 847 Posts Rep Power: 21474851	the first memory that came to mind, (i wonder why), is of daddy, momma, and me shopping at sears. the candy counter. and they sold hee haw overalls. i was crazy over those overalls. never got any. another memory is of playing basketball in the backyard, ... pretending to be on pat summitt's team and in her huddle. the memory and memories don't last forever. disease, age, or death will take them away. i wish there was a slideshow of the good, great, awe inspiring memories. there's so much i'd like to feel again, ... that i've already forgotten. maybe something will jar, shake, rattle, ... the good times. “My short-term factual memory can be like water; events are a brief disturbance on the surface and then it closes back up again, as if nothing ever touched it. But it’s a strange fact that my long-term memory remains strong, perhaps because it recorded events when my mind was unaffected. My emotional memory is intact too, perhaps because feelings are recorded and stored in a different place than facts. The things that happened deeper in the past, and deeper in the breast, are still there for me, under the water. I won 1,098 games, and eight national championships, and coached in four different decades. But what I see are not the numbers. I see their faces. 'Pat should get a tattoo!' The kids laughed. 'What kind should she get?' 'A heart. She should get a heart.' Little did they know. They are the tattoos.” ― Pat Summitt, Sum It Up: A Thousand and Ninety-Eight Victories, a Couple of Irrelevant Losses, and a Life in Perspective