Message-ID: <39241asstr$1036930202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: iambe@gmx.net (iambe) X-Original-Message-ID: <28296b19.0211090056.7a119f51@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 9 Nov 2002 08:56:59 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 9 Nov 2002 00:56:59 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} {Song Fest} {Song Flashback Challenge} in My Place, iambe, ff Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2002 07:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/39241> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman, dennyw in My Place by iambe /...so far away. doesn't anybody stay in one place any more?/ Carole King crooned as you groused your angst at me. "this song will always remind me of you," you'd scowled. always going away, right? that's how you saw it. but you never paused to reflect how you'd not always gone away, but rather had never come all the way in. "we were just children," you'd later said. it gave me to realize that you really had been just a child. some are children at fourteen; some have been robbed of childhood by then. i was the latter. that's why i first left: it wasn't possible to be mature lovers with a child. "my parents said i have to start dating boys," you'd moped back then. "now ain't that a kicker! how many parents dread their daughters' opening forays into dating boys? - and yours are ordering you to start!" my laugh was bitter. "well, how many parents are watching their daughter's dating experience begin with dating her girlfriend?" you laughed lightheartedly. there's the glaring difference, right there: you were having an experience. i had found the love of my life. "we're not lesbians. i mean, i love you, and i even wish we could hope to be together forever. but someday we'll grow up and get married to men. why can't you just enjoy what we have right now?" /...long ago i reached for you and there you stood.../ you wanted me to be there when you reached. it angered you when i wasn't. you made me wrong for leaving, when it had always been you who left every time you'd had your fill reaching. /...stay in one place.../ like a windup toy: there when you needed, statue when you were satisfied. satisfied and fortified enough to head out on your next parent-approved date with that boy who was to rip your heart out. it is a twisted world where a parent would be relieved by that: well, at least she's not a lesbian. phew! and your sisters and friends. they'd been furious when they found out about us. begged me to say it wasn’t true! i would find, over the years, that all that time they'd been envious. the way you played it in your head, my anguish was some kind of lesbian guilt. "why does it bother you so much? we're not lesbians!" but i was. and it wasn't a stage, phase, or experience. we were standing on opposite shores of life's journey. you were taking a dip before continuing downstream, while i was already immersed. so, i left. i'd let you get on down that shore - you the transient, all that time - while i stumbled into the sun to warm up. i can let go now. thirty years later, our mutual friend came to visit me and i knew her words had originated with you: "well, you were just children then." hiding and lying, especially so young, had been demoralizing. being a windup toy during my first Big Love left me settling for less than i deserve, for the rest of my life... until now. now She's here, the true love of my life. and me, i'm staying in one place, as she and i journey as one. /...words can hurt you if you let them. people say them and forget them. words can promise words can lie.../ but Her words make me feel like i can fly! *** HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASSTR Thank You for the Freedom -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+