Tell Us About Your FIRST KISS (page 4)

Leolaia

Sneaking behind some merchandise in a department store and sneaking a kiss when the people we were with weren't looking. Very innocent.

The first official was during "spin the bottle" at a "worldly" 8th grade graduation party. I cried and threw a tantrum to go, my dad acquiesed. My mother you would have thought I was going Las Vegas live sex show! They fought bitterly over it. Jeez. How they could take something very innocent and make it "bad."

restrangled

My family were all big time, JW's/3 generation in at this point.....it was 1973, January 15. I still remember the date. I was 13. My mom needed some whipped cream for dinner and I offered to go up and get it on my bike.

I knew there was a "party" at the most popular boys house on the way.....he had personally invited me and I knew this was the only way I could get there. I took the 50 cents and away I went. (wow 50 cents for a pint of whipping cream with change left over)

I parked my bike and went in to the party. There were many friends there, but this boy (the host) wanted to see me up stairs. So I went up...He kissed me like there was no tomorrow, he kissed me for an hour...I was on cloud nine. I still remember his name but I won't post it here.

Needless to say I was very late with the whipping cream for dinner. Good god did I pay. I wrote about the experience in my diary which was promptly read the next day by my mother.

I was confronted the following evening by my mother about ruining the family name in front of the neighbors, and in the long run JEHOVAHS NAME. All I could think was.......I was just kissing this boy, and I've ruined the family and god's name for the entire neighborhood? From that time on my mother followed me secretly to school, after school. etc. I was never again allowed to leave and go to the store after school on my bike, or even see my one JW friend without constant supervision.

That evening after having my diary read, and my mom's concern over the family name, and gods name but not about me, I wrote in huge black marker on my furniture:

I HATE THE FUXKING BASTAXDS WHO BOSS ME AROUND! My dad came in and saw it....I felt really bad. He did too....he took me out and bought me my own radio that weekend. (a big deal back then)......My mother was the JW Hitler. Dad understood but stayed quiet. I am not sure if the elder arrangement was in place at that time. He became one as soon as it came about.

It went down hill from there for the rest of my life while I was at home. Jehovah's witness parents have a long, large noses.....regarding their children. Any mail, anything written down, is not sacred. Its kind of like living in that camp they just took the kids out of. My mother was notorious for reading private diaries, and mail. Putting them back and then trying to trick you into lying. I saw her steaming open a letter from a doctor for my younger brother when he was about 16.

I am not kidding, life was very regulated......anyway it was in 1973.....you know just before armegeddon!

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misanthropic

I hadn't thought about this in awhile. My first real kiss ... I was 13, a freshman in High School. He was a guy that worked at my school I don't remember he was either 23 or 26. I can't remember all the details of his face but I remember his name and how disgusting it was to have someone's tongue shoved down my throat uninvited. Not one of my best memories.

wings

I was raised in the cult.
I've never been kissed.

LOL Lt.

For me, 7th grade, spin the bottle, nothing special, but I do remember his name. Russ Rosebush....I wonder if he is in politics.

ex-nj-jw

Wow, 4th grade behind the basketball courts. No tongue involved that time but in 5th grade he laid it on me big time. I've always loved kissing

nj

nelly136

a boy from school, was down the alley about minute away from my house,

dont know who squealed but my mother was waiting for me when i got home and i copped the same as restrangled plus a few 'jezabels and whores' thrown in to the tirade, and of course the usual assault on my person for good measure.

(i don't think my mother ever bothered to follow me tho, hell who'd need to when your every movement was monitored by goodness knows who and any well wisher just dying to report back on you)

snowbird

This topic is so nice and fuzzy.

Sylvia

JH

I only kiss my cat

Finally-Free

It was after my sister's wedding rehersal the night before her wedding. We had a party at my future brother-in-law's place. A bridesmaid, Nadine, who was 19, grabbed my arm and dragged me, then 14, into an unoccupied bedroom. It was my first kiss, as well as a first for a few other things.

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