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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, 06:04 PM	#1
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 4,258 Times in 677 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	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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deb_U_taunt Senior Member How Do You Identify?: ........ Join Date: May 2011 Location: ....... Posts: 1,748 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,324 Thanked 5,255 Times in 1,361 Posts Rep Power: 21474852	The birth of my daughter. My first lesbian kiss. Bea's Grocery in West Seattle and the old penny candy counter. Family camping trips

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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