When I was 16 my mother, an Austrian-born but fun-loving lady, socialist, heiress, and Oxford-trained anthropologist teaching at Barnard, took me on a 6 month field trip to Eastern African. It culminated in a month long Safari in the Serengeti. When she saw I was attracted to our guide's son, Amidah, a dazzlingly handsome, charming and prodigiously endowed young Sukuma man of 19, my mother arranged for us to be tent mates, breaking all protocols.
Living in Florida in the 1960s and 1970s my mother had 2 pieces of advice
Never wear flip flops other than the beach or pool
Never drink "Mountian Dew"
Both things she related to being white trash
| by Anonymous | reply 1 | January 18, 2022 1:30 AM |
OP you’re so FABULOUS!
| by Anonymous | reply 2 | January 27, 2022 4:23 AM |
My grandmother shot my daddy dead. And he wasn't such a bad guy. But she went free because you know - the domestic abuse and drugs.
My mom was pretty fabulous - liar. Very pretty but no fatale. Just fatal.
| by Anonymous | reply 3 | January 27, 2022 4:26 AM |
In contrast to the lovely intro to this thread, OP also started "Manuel Skye blows Hoss Kado's Prolapsed Ass".
That pains.
| by Anonymous | reply 4 | January 27, 2022 4:28 AM |
R4: surely the two aren’t incompatible?
High-Low contrasts are quite post-structuralist, yes?
| by Anonymous | reply 6 | January 27, 2022 4:36 AM |
I'd give anything to be tentmates with a guy who looked like Richard Carlson.
| by Anonymous | reply 7 | January 27, 2022 4:45 AM |