Much of my book, Memoirs of a Dark Girl requires me to sift through horrible experiences that are now funny, experiences I thought I dug, and now realize sucked, and things of that nature. Here is one excerpt that I am unsure if I am going to put in the book, because it was later in life, but it sure belongs in someone's book!
And before you read, not I am not judgmental, if people enjoy this sort of that, that's there bag, and its fine, its not my business, but I never thought I would be immeshed in this horrifyingly creepy experience. I did not expect it from the person who put me there, yuck!
Okay, so I'm hanging out with this hairdresser guy who I had absolutely no doubt in my mind was no less than one hundred percent gay, not submissive, just gay. I figured it would be fine to hang out alone and talk about things of interest, get wasted on some wine, and that sort of thing.
Well, apparently that was not the case at all. I was drinking wine with him, and went to pee in my bathroom, and low and behold I came out of the bathroom to a large hairy Italian man loving himself on my couch making growling noise, no, I'm not kidding!
Do I have some type of marking on my forehead that asks these freaks to invite themselves to pervert me in any way possible? Yup, apparently. So, anyway, I asked him to refrain, and he kissed me. I went into the bathroom and threw up and he thought it was the wine. No, its you. Please leave.
There is much more to that story, its even worse than that, he actually asked me to slap him and call him a b*itch, so yeah, a day in the life of a dark girl.
More to come!
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