1974. Late Summer, almost Fell.
I joined a fraternity (no Biggles WE do NOT call it a Frat, do you call your sorority a Sor?).
Come (bad word) to find out that my brothers were sisters. (No Kermit, I was not spanked on initiation night). My pledge class stayed, (in fact my best fwiend (who's mother was the mayor of St. Petersburg) and I thought about leaving). But they were not after us, It was a place where we could act, camp it up, and feel comfy. College, the best 7 years of my life!
I'd spent the previous 6 years in a military madness (no fingers, in a military school).
Both situations taught toejam (Dammit fingers! tolerance)
And for the curious, no I never! But for the curiouser - I've been running down the road trying to
loosen my load. I've got 50 women on my mind! No Fallout!
I did get a keeper, though!
'Scuse me, a goer!
