Random Memories

Little Fish · 02-06-2013, 08:06 PM

I've been planning a trip home to California. I grew up in the SF Bay area and haven't been back in almost three years. I can't wait to walk my favorite beach at San Gregorio--so many important things happened to me there...

I first learned how to free myself from a rip current there--and almost drowned too.

I realized I was gay on this beach (one beautiful, classic California sunny summer day) with my two best (str8) friends....who are still close to me 31 years later.

I also got my first Butch Cock Blow Job on this beach, one warm summer night...laying against the bank of the small creek which cuts thru the beach and empties into the ocean.

I asked a girl to wait for me while walking this beach...as my Army unit was being mobilized for war in the Middle East. (She did.) I made an important decision while sitting on this beach by myself, after I returned.

I'm going back to make another important decision too.

Tonight, I'm remembering San Gregorio State Beach...and missing my other home.

Gemme · 02-06-2013, 09:11 PM

I remember my mom, after the breakdown and before the primary abuser. She was happy and healthy and looked and felt good and we had a really good time together. That's probably the best we ever got along.

little_ms_sunshyne · 02-06-2013, 09:32 PM

I remember sitting with my dad while he played Beatles songs on his acoustic guitar and sang all the wrong words in his thick accent but sang them with so much heart and soul. I also remember thinking that these were the only moments he was not angry and we got along over the mutual love of music. As time passed, I stopped listening and he would play and I would sing. All was well with the world...even if it was for a short while. I really do love music. I am grateful it gave us those moments...

02-06-2013, 08:06 PM	#1
Little Fish Member How Do You Identify?: Butch Preferred Pronoun?: female ones, will also respond to babe, boi and Romeo Relationship Status: Happy :-) Join Date: May 2012 Location: apearldiver@gmail.com Posts: 349 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,655 Thanked 1,886 Times in 321 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	San Gregorio I've been planning a trip home to California. I grew up in the SF Bay area and haven't been back in almost three years. I can't wait to walk my favorite beach at San Gregorio--so many important things happened to me there... I first learned how to free myself from a rip current there--and almost drowned too. I realized I was gay on this beach (one beautiful, classic California sunny summer day) with my two best (str8) friends....who are still close to me 31 years later. I also got my first Butch Cock Blow Job on this beach, one warm summer night...laying against the bank of the small creek which cuts thru the beach and empties into the ocean. I asked a girl to wait for me while walking this beach...as my Army unit was being mobilized for war in the Middle East. (She did.) I made an important decision while sitting on this beach by myself, after I returned. I'm going back to make another important decision too. Tonight, I'm remembering San Gregorio State Beach...and missing my other home.

02-06-2013, 09:11 PM	#2
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02-06-2013, 09:32 PM	#3
little_ms_sunshyne Senior Member How Do You Identify?: . Join Date: Oct 2010 Location: . Posts: 3,312 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 13,339 Thanked 12,241 Times in 2,541 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	I remember sitting with my dad while he played Beatles songs on his acoustic guitar and sang all the wrong words in his thick accent but sang them with so much heart and soul. I also remember thinking that these were the only moments he was not angry and we got along over the mutual love of music. As time passed, I stopped listening and he would play and I would sing. All was well with the world...even if it was for a short while. I really do love music. I am grateful it gave us those moments...