OPENING UP
Giving up your virginity, especially in the pre-MTV early 1980s when information about sex was so sparse and taboo, was as much a psychological milestone as it was physical. And at least for me, boy oh boy did my Catholic guilt ever kick in, or rise to the surface, once I had done the deed.
I felt the need to talk about it, or, around it, with someone. And since I had no close friends, the person I opened up to was my stepmom. Finally, for the first time since I was really young, and since she got divorced, we actually opened up to each other. It was over a bottle of white wine late one Friday night.
> How's school going, Lisa?
> Mom, ... I, umm, ... it was my choice, I wasn't pressured into it .... in fact I initiated it ... but I gave up my virginity.
> Recently?
> Tuesday night .... when I went out, remember?
> Neighborhood boy?
> It was Craig. He walks me to school sometimes, ya know?
> I like him. Everything ok, any questions?
> Well .... it's true you can get pregnant the first time, right?
> So I've heard .... are you trying to tell me something?
> No, no .... not THAT ... he pulled out way before he .... came .... God that's a weird word, isn't it?
> So ... if he has that much self-control, I take it he's ..... experienced??
> It's ... complicated .... this girl, Wendy .... she has this, like, too cool for school thing going with him ... sorta like .... kinda pisses me off, actually ... like, she knows he likes her, so she gives just enough of herself to him to .... I don't know, like, almost string him along ....
> Say no more, I know the type ... this Wendy chick .... she know about him and you?
<<<<When my stepmom asked me this question, I could see her nipples hardening under her halter top, and became conscious of mine doing the same.>>>>>
> I, ummm, ... I sure hope so.
> And, you're aware .... I take it .... that she may want to .... fight you?
> I am aware .... and, ummm, so we kinda ... well, not kinda, we did, we fought once already. The first day of school.
> Not IN school, I hope?? Don't screw up your senior year with a suspension, Lisa.
> No, no .... thank God no .... it was ... after school.
> And you both want to fight again? There wasn't a winner the first time?
<<<<I couldn't tell which was more surreal. Talking to my stepmom about sex, or talking to her about fighting.>>>>>>
> She won, ... but not by beating me up . .. she choked me out. Maybe by accident, maybe on purpose, I don't actually know.
> But you know enought not to let her do it the next time, right?
> Of course. Any suggestions.
<<<<My stepmom holds up her hands in a claw shape and waves her nails at my face.>>>>
> These, honey. Do girls fight with these anymore? They shred skin, if you do it right.
> Why not fists?
> Two girls fighting with fists is just a waste of everybody's time. You'll break your pinky before you do any damage to her. Nails and teeth are the way to go.
> Were ... you ... ever in a fight like that, Mom?
> Not a planned one, like you and this Wendy bitch. But, yes, in Boston in the early 1960s ... if 2 girls were fighting, if it was over a boy ... our claws would come out. And we'd go for the face, Lisa. Don't underestimate how .... effective these can be. You know how to trim the nails just right, I hope?
> Actually, I don't.
> I'll show ya. When's the fight? Your next fight with her?
> We haven't ... picked a day, yet....
> Next Saturday is Halloween. Do kids still look for trouble on Halloween?
> I guess.
> Well, let's pencil that in. Grab my clippers in the drawer there.
To be continued....