Every year memories get triggered and I hope our collective memories keep us strong and united.
Im not young and have been here a decade and what i know is everything here is closely connected. I hope the people who Im writing about are either not on this site or can't identify themselves. If you are please forgive me.
Some things are a theme
I was young. Not innocent but somewhat naive. He is a lot older than me.
After a lot of flirting I went back to his house and sex was going to happen. He was tall and muscular with rather sad blue eyes. They were twinkling that night. Before too long i was topless and straddling him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my panties. For someone full of desire he was rather shy. For someone who brought me to orgasm sucking and kissing my tits he was shy. He'd pursued me with confidence...yet as i peeled his top off I saw the lacerations, scars and bullet wounds that decorated his skin. His permenant medals and reminders of the kids under his command who he saved and those he could not save.
My reaction to his scars changed the atmosphere.
He knew Id pause
He knew Id stare
He wanted to tell me how he got those scars.
As listened lust turned into compassion
Sex happened...it was comfort.
The trauma this country carries is everwhere. Everyone deals with that in thier own way. To connect...disconnect or never to connect.
We should comfort each other( not just with sex- but it helps xx) I have sucked enough cock to know it helps on some level. Im not so naive that I would say its a solution.
Remember those who have given the ultimate sacrifice. Remember those amongst us who have lost something along the way. They might be next to you on the bus, they might be anywhere, they might be you.
Be kind
Be united
You just never know...
Xxx