Today's entry comes from sometimes rock star, the always vivacious Rachel Von Bondie. No relation and her last name is pure coincidence. Off working on CD. More later.-rt
these things always depend on the person, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say that high school sucked for just about everyone. whether you were the bulemic cheerleader, the jock with no cock, or the nerd with 12 inches of genius in his pants and no one knew it. people were mean, I was mean. it was fucked up. whoever controls how fucked up it gets, this one goes out to you. (the disclaimer, of course, is that I’m not encouraging sex in high school, but give me a break. it fucking happens.) so why didn’t someone tell me high school was all about honing my skills? hell, I can’t even remember what movies I saw at the time, but none were as encouraging as american pie as far as doing the deed. aren’t older siblings supposed to tell you stuff? mine wasn’t much help. i had to settle for getting punched and tortured a lot. it’s a college requirement to be proficient at oral, and hell, every kid who had a gfriend/bfriend in high school mastered the dry hump if they knew what was good for ‘em. so here’s what I’m saying. all that time we were messin’ around, we were worried about if billy or susie liked us more than danny or tracy (or we wondered why aren’t we all liking each other together, but that was a bit progressive for my small school and besides, tracy was skank). what we should have been thinkin’ was, am I any good at this? how can I get better? high school is a sexual training ground that has just gone untapped. it’s all about mind games and manipulation (not too far off of life as an “adult,” but still). instead, it should be pass the condoms, I’m getting some, let’s make it good! we shouldn’t leave it up to people like the truly fabulous Eugene Levy to teach sex ed. I’d bet dr. joycelyn elders could use a steady gig. why not a year-long rotation on the high school circuit promoting the fine art of making out? I suppose there’s no fighting the influence of movies, though, so I’m just lamenting a moot point. but a little reflection never hurt anyone. unless you’re trying to figure out how to hide all of those hickies. that bee sting/curling iron bullshit never fooled anyone.