The first time was in an apartment in the University district of Seattle. I was with Ibrahim Ibrahim who was an exchange student from Sudan in Civil Engineering. He looked like my dad but black.
After the condom broke he said “Oh my goodness!” and then he left the country to go back to Sudan. Oh my, time has a way of putting things into new perspectives. He was a beautiful man and I wonder where he is now?
He might think he has a child in America as I told him I was pregnant on the phone as he was half way back to Sudan. We never talked again and I had an abortion. I feel him there in Sudan sometimes when the news of the world focuses on the atrocities there.
He had two mothers and nineteen brothers and sisters.
We had connected at the University of Washington with a glance across a crowded room. Magnetic. We were at a reception for exchange students and I was a freshman in college.
This was in 1966 and he lived alone. I was in the sorority then and I would go across the quad under the massive display of cheerry blossoms there to meet him. He thought I was beautiful and would walk me back. That is when the sorority started noticing.
We knew each other several months before we had sex and I struggled with the idea of being a “good girl” for marriage. When that condom broke and I got pregnant it seemed like a dream. Still does. I went to Japan for the abortion and told my mother.
“Oh, my goodness.” I can still hear him saying that.
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Ha, so you really think I am going to tell you about the last time I had sex!? Let’s just say that I am thinking of the last time because I am old and everything is getting more precious as I age. The last time I had a hot fudge sundae was yesterday and I enjoyed every bite.
The last time I had sex it was wonderful. Probably the best I have ever had in my long, sensual life. It was physically and emotionally satisfying and the ecstasy will be with me for an eternity.
Sometimes the best of anything is just a little off the radar. If you have too many expectations and committments you can get far, far away from even thinking about sex. I think masturbation is important for health and well being.
So I guess I could say that the last time I had sex was with me this morning. I was snuggled in bed with Ted e Bear reading a Piers Anthony book called GHOSTS about celestial star time travel and I just pushed my button a little relentlessly as I read and then my mind went over the moon for a bit and when I came back I felt better.
Time travel is going to be possible very soon. Get ready.