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fiachra asks,
What is your worst sexual experience ever?
I had to think about this for a while, and I guess it would be from when I was about ten years old. At that point, I lived in a 31' fifth-wheel travel trailer with my Mom, Dad, and sister. Living in such cramped quarters made my parents' intimacy not nearly as intimate as they'd have liked. Although my sister always seemed to sleep through every incident of my parents going at it like minks, I was awake and desperately trying not to hear the sounds or feel the shaking of the trailer.
The one time that particularly springs to mind is when I heard my Mom say, "Yuck yuck yuck! Get it off me; it feels like snot!"
Talk about traumatizing, hmm?
What was the worst part of growing up a Jehovah's Witness?
There are plenty to choose from, and I'm not sure how to rank them. They'd include all the time wasted in stultifying meetings, having it hammered day in and day out that women are always subordinate to men, the fear that people you love will be killed in Armageddon or won't be resurrected afterwards, the fear that you might ever be in an accident which might make doctors want to give you a blood transfusion, and missing out on the glorious materialism and gluttony of holidays/birthdays. Those are all pretty bad, dontcha think?
Have you ever had reason to suspect anyone went home and spanked the monkey to the thought of you after you modeled for a figure drawing class? ;^)
Yeah, there was this one older guy who used to draw me in Moncton. He always seemed a little too happy to be drawing me, and once he even said, "I so love drawing your butt!" It was a bit squicky, but he seemed harmless enough. I think there were far more boys beating their bishops because I was the hot chicky manager at their favourite games/comic shop. That was much more disturbing!
For all your martial arts training, have you ever been in a fight where you could use it?
Every time I spar! But if you're talking about outside the kwoon/dojo, I'd still have to say yes. However, the fights were all before I ever started my martial arts training. Go figure. If I knew in grade school what I know now, I'm sure I wouldn't have been beaten up the way I was. In any case, I hope I never have to use my training. I'd like to think I could handle a situation, but there's no way I could know unless it happened.
Favorite movie ever, and why?
I don't have one favourite movie. I have many, and whatever springs to mind readily changes from day to day. I think my favourite movie du jour is Harold and Maude. I normally don't give a shit about love stories, but this one is so quirky and understated that it really gets to me. I hope I'm as zesty and colourful as Maude when I'm an old lady.
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