My God, Tommy, how lucky can a guy get to be in a position to write lines such as these: "Having one girl who I knew wanted me, allowing/encouraging me to kiss another girl who seemed to want me as well. It didn’t go any further that night, but those kisses planted a seed."
The gods were no doubt smiling on you, leading you someplace you had to go, (to 'Corina, Corina', to quote Mr Dylan) away from your violent mother. This is a fine, realistic love story, wonderfully told.
Thanks Martin. She was emotionally violent. Don't want make like she burned with an iron. But luckily (as you said) I found some other girls to be a little nicer to me.
Terrific story that captures the feverish sexuality of the teens years. Words left unsaid, interpreted gestures that fuelled our desire. I also remember the seeds planted by a 17 y.o. boy in Montreal years ago. My whole family moved shortly thereafter, so years later i looked for him to find out he had died in a motorcycle accident. I still regret not responding at the time. Your story brings back those romantic feelings. So powerful.
Feverish, even in Canada. My goodness. That's a sad story, Renee. You definitely should have responded to a boy who with a motorcycle. Different times, those years, we were flinging ourselves as at adulthood.
I think "feverish desire" happens to most teens even in freezing Canada. lol.
He did not have a motorcycle when i knew him. But he was important in my life when i was 15 and 16. He taught me how to hold my head high when a scandal involving my father changed my life completely. Changed my life for the better in the long run . I may not have ended up in the film business without that event. Who knows?
To-may, myyyyy man! You got it down! That was truly beautiful. I was there with you. You took me there. Felt like the last exit to Brooklyn, the way Selby would bring you in the room with him and you can't get out, you want to leave but you can't unglue your eyes from the page...well phone. Lol. Get this on paper! It deserves it. I want to hold it in my hands.❤️ Strange
That's a sad story with a lot of abuse and trauma that I didn't understand til recently. She got very ill and past away in her early 50s, her twin sister, soon after.
My God, Tommy, how lucky can a guy get to be in a position to write lines such as these: "Having one girl who I knew wanted me, allowing/encouraging me to kiss another girl who seemed to want me as well. It didn’t go any further that night, but those kisses planted a seed."
The gods were no doubt smiling on you, leading you someplace you had to go, (to 'Corina, Corina', to quote Mr Dylan) away from your violent mother. This is a fine, realistic love story, wonderfully told.
Thanks Martin. She was emotionally violent. Don't want make like she burned with an iron. But luckily (as you said) I found some other girls to be a little nicer to me.
Tommy, you should seriously consider writing a novel. You've got a great natural flowing prose style in the mould of Kerouac or Henry Miller.
I'm so impressed by your ability to go back and write about stuff like this. It's totally terrific.
Thanks Anna. I remember a lot and what I don't remember exactly I remember the feeling of.
Terrific story that captures the feverish sexuality of the teens years. Words left unsaid, interpreted gestures that fuelled our desire. I also remember the seeds planted by a 17 y.o. boy in Montreal years ago. My whole family moved shortly thereafter, so years later i looked for him to find out he had died in a motorcycle accident. I still regret not responding at the time. Your story brings back those romantic feelings. So powerful.
Feverish, even in Canada. My goodness. That's a sad story, Renee. You definitely should have responded to a boy who with a motorcycle. Different times, those years, we were flinging ourselves as at adulthood.
I think "feverish desire" happens to most teens even in freezing Canada. lol.
He did not have a motorcycle when i knew him. But he was important in my life when i was 15 and 16. He taught me how to hold my head high when a scandal involving my father changed my life completely. Changed my life for the better in the long run . I may not have ended up in the film business without that event. Who knows?
This is so astonishingly true. My teenage romantic life could not have been further away from yours and yet… there it is. I know that 16 year old.
Love that Chris. Glad you felt it like that.
To-may, myyyyy man! You got it down! That was truly beautiful. I was there with you. You took me there. Felt like the last exit to Brooklyn, the way Selby would bring you in the room with him and you can't get out, you want to leave but you can't unglue your eyes from the page...well phone. Lol. Get this on paper! It deserves it. I want to hold it in my hands.❤️ Strange
Thanks K Strange.Good to know your reading between your shifts at the rodeo.
Tommy, now that we’re hooked, what happened to Corina?
That's a sad story with a lot of abuse and trauma that I didn't understand til recently. She got very ill and past away in her early 50s, her twin sister, soon after.
Wow, very sad indeed.
Wow, a peek up close and personal, a short blast! Fodder for the imagination, Sir Tommy. Merry Autumn, GAV
Up close and long ago.