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This happened in March of 1998. At the time I was a bit over six feet and a lean 175 of long muscle from my work outside and generally being active. My hair was light brown and cut short and I, like all 18-year-old men of the era had a modest and regrettable goatee. My eyes are a gray-blue.

My girlfriend at the time was named Mina and is only peripherally a part of what you are about to read. We were young and petty and abusive towards each other and luckily one of us had the sense to break it off after four years. I hope her life is better.

This isn’t about her. This is about Ella. This is about a very specific kind of closure. One I took liberties to enjoy. It isn’t all positive. It is all true notwithstanding the names which are changed but retain their symmetry for whatever little that is worth.

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I awoke just as the soft knocking on the back door ended. My room was pretty dark. Bruised purple and peach shapes still stood out from the reflected sodium streetlamps. I rolled my head off the side of the mattress and groggily stretched. The black and white tiles came into focus inches from where my bed lay upon the bare floor. Read more »

Here’s some stories for y’all. In highschool I was highly introverted, awkward, skinny to the bone guy with no care for dressing decently or flirting. Dating and whatnot just seemed like things for “other people”. Welp my friends, how the tides have turned thanks to your friendly neighborhood sluts.

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EPISODE 1: “This feels nice…” Read more »

The other day, I was reading a post of gonewildstories, that *supposedly* told the story of a girl, using the man’s locker room. And I say supposedly because it didn’t sound real at all.

So I thought I could share my story. When I was 20, I played in a male hockey team. Why? I was studying in a university in a remote area and because there I was the only girl really interested in hockey, I got an exception and was allowed to join the male team.

There were really three types of locker rooms experience:

1. The arena had more than *two* locker rooms. In that case, I would have one all for myself. I would dress, shower and I would be allowed in the male’s locker room just before the game to hear the coach’s speech and after everybody had showered and dressed to participate to the debrief. It’s roughly 20% of the arena I’ve played in.
2. I would have to share the same locker room as my team. But showers were individually divided. That meant no nudity (and sexist jokes) were allowed. *(The coach was really strict about it!)* It’s roughly 30% of the arena I’ve played in.
3. I would have to share the same locker room as my team. But it only had one communal shower, with no divider. Again. No nudity. That would mean that the guys would have to shower in boxers. And I would shower in my sport’s bra/shorts. And people would swap clothes in the bathrooms. Read more »