I am drunk and I want to talk about sex.

[donnaimmaculata]

Yes.

I don't smoke, and I don't know my exact weight (more or less 110 pounds), but I can tell you, in a poor imitation of Bridget Jones, the drinks I had tonight: half a bottle of wine (white), one caipirinha, 5 vodka-with-lemon longdrinks. (If anyone wants to catch me on Y!M: I'm chatty, but very slow).

It's all swatkat24's fault, really. She talked about Malory Towers in a recent post of hers, and I replied with (among other things): "Long before I knew about slash - even before I really knew about sex - I used to re-enact the stories together with my cousin, spicing them up with some raunchy pre-pubescent sex fantasies."

Pre-pubescent sex fantasies, then.

First, there were the childrens' games of "show me yours, I show you mine". Then, the games became increasingly serious, and in my early teens, I played with my cousin all manner of pervy games based on the books we read. All boarding school novels have been abused as platforms for us to act in the parts of totally insane characters, who only came to the given school to cause trouble. While my cousin used to be the rebel (daughter of Madonna and Ron Perlman's; I remember that one), I used to be the repressed 'good girl', who discovers her bad side.

We also created a hotel, where all female guests were raped by a faceles man. I guess it was our way to deal with the horrors of possible rape and to process the knowledge that such things existed in the society we lived in (we were only about 10-12 at that time). And a friend of mine had this Barbie shop of horrors, where the Barbies were the prostitutes and the Kens the pervy customers (with appropriate leather costumes painted onto their pristine asexual bodies). It was a SM place, no less. It was then drowned in a big ceremony when she reckoned she was too old to play with Barbies.


So, I'm curious. Is it just my friends who fooled around with those fantasies? Or does any of you have any skeletons in the closet? Tell me, I promise I won't be shocked.

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[swatkat24.livejournal.com]

half a bottle of wine (white), one caipirinha, 5 vodka-with-lemon longdrinks.

And you're typing? Like this? I envy you.

As for games, well, we were more into playing action/adventure games with sexual undertones. We would be brothers and sisters from a poor serf family (this was an all girls group, by the way; I insisted on being big brother, tomboy that I was), forced to runaway from our home due to the torture of our evil landlord (this included torture and murder of all adult family members, burning down the house). We would runaway to far away places with the landlord's goons in pursuit, and have various fantastic adventures.
The pervy games were mostly played when I was alone. I hated Barbies and mostly played with G.I. Joes, but I borrowed my sister's Barbies anyway. The evil Cobras would kidnap the beautiful Barbies and torture them, before being rescued by the brave G.I. Joe. Then there would be happy unions, and a lot of sex.

Psst, it's swatkat24. I HATE that person who has taken my name, and doesn't even bother to update his LJ.

Swatkat

[donnaimmaculata.livejournal.com]

I could type all right (albeit slowly!), but I obviously couldn't focus: I looked up your user name before I posted, but managed to spell it wrong in spite of that! *fixes*

Amazing how popular kidnapping and torture were. We used to play World War II and fight evil Nazis. I think there was some torture involved, too.

I had only two Barbies myself (one of whom wasn't even the real Barbie but some sort of low-quality copy) and no accessories, so the Barbie was forced to ride a stuffed bear instead of a horse and shag the ugly Barbie who assumed the male part for that purpose. G.I. Joe sounds good, though! All butch and heroic. My Barbie wishes she had one.