Post a painting/sculpture/whatever you like and tell us the tale of your first kiss:
>have twinky boy of the same age as mine come to my house
>begin watching Children of the Corn
>he's bored af
>we make out for more than 1 hour straight
>eat chinese food and say good bye
>parents in their room during their whole time
I made out with him some years later, and he's one of the 2 guys I've been with. To this day I'm still a virgin, too
>Kiss in the woods
>"Yo Anon, faganon wants to kiss you"
>Kiss him at the park
>"Yo Anon, I heard you kissed faganon"
>"Didn't you date his sister last year?"
>tfw I forgot in my cocklust
First hetero kiss and first homo kiss from siblings. Still don't know how I feel about that.
>be me, aged 4 in 1999
>me and a friend are playing a game where we're married robbers and we're hiding in bed together from the police
>he says 'anon, have we ever kissed before?'
>but we have now
>then I give him a peck
Shame I ended up a dyke, would've been a nice story to tell our kids.
Pic didn't get posted for some reason
Louise Bourgeois is a really cool artist, her mum was a seamstress so she always depicted her in art as a spider (like web weaving) including this massive ass sculpture.
>move to a new school
>quickly fall in with the popular kids somehow
>get invited to parties (you know, like school discos and birthdays in church halls with squash and one of the parents is a DJ)
>a friend of a girl tells me that this girl likes me
>tells me to ask her out
>ask her out
>she says yes
>go on a few awkward 13yo style dates. To the shopping centre or movies etc.
>get invited round to a couples movie night at gf's house
>all the cool couples are there
>at the end of the night it's just me, my gf, and her friend
>she dares us to go in the bathroom and make out
>go to bathroom and go to kiss my gf on the lips
>she has her mouth open and I kiss her tongue
>get it right this time and we make out for a few seconds
>go all bashful and giggly for rest of the night
>mum comes and picks me up
>a week later this girl dumps me because I didn't make out with her during school hours
>this burns all my bridges with the cool kids
>fall into a reject crew and hate my life for a year or two
>by the time I'm 15/16 I realise I'm gay
Took this photo at the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam last week.
>socially awkward (or do I just not girls?)
>friend sets me up on date with his cousin
>by all accounts she's a 9/10
>by all accounts great body, good face
>take her to school dance
>she wears a dress that can only be described as a shirt
>very little dancing
>drop her off at her house after
>chaste kiss on lips then get the fuck out of there
>she goes on to be a stripper in Vegas
>I go on to be gay.
pic somewhat related
>first time getting hammered with small group of friends
>go to bathroom on upper floor while everyone is in the basement
>run into drunk af straight bro friend on the way out
>tells me to kiss him
>french for 3 seconds
>go back downstairs
>20, closeted, socially anxious
>yeah, I know I'm a loser
>been talking with this closeted 36 year old dude online for a while
>he's a kind and nurturing sort, our conversations are mostly platonic in nature
>eventually we have an argument about what a huge pussy I am
>I decide that I'm going to show him that I'm not that much of a pussy by biting the bullet and fucking him
>he reluctantly agrees to come to my place
>I am, in fact, that much of a pussy
>hands sweaty, shaking, offering him something to drink every five seconds
>I'm making him anxious too, says he'll leave if I'm uncomfortable
>I suggest it might be easier if we sit on the bed
>he's touching me and shit
>at this point I'm zoning out, but I'm pretty sure I was talking about my dog like a retard
>my consciousness left my body and I'm completely on auto pilot
>I turn away from him for a moment, and when I turn my head back to face him and say something his tongue was in my mouth
>he's moving that thing all over the place, I can barely keep up
>he's pretty aggressive, his lips are hard, his stubble is scratching my face and his tongue is flopping around in my mouth like a fish on land
>it's really nice, warm, and soft though
>and he smells great
>consciousness snaps back into my body
>I love the feeling of his weight on me, and the little noises he makes when I do something he likes, and the feel of his hair, arms, back, chest, ass, cock
>by the time we stopped to catch a breath we were both already red, disheveled and half naked
>sex ensued, tried everything at least once, came three times
It didn't do much to cure me of my anxiety, but it was really positive experience.
>go to legbuttsoc meeting at uni
>everyone's pretty laid back, make friends immediately
>couple of days later
>get invited to friend's house to hang out
>they're all there, we spend all day chatting, watching films etc
>later in the evening, we all go out to some bar, get hammered, dance like idiots
>first time getting drunk, so they're all looking out for me, making sure I don't keel over
>"Hey Anon, just stay in my room tonight, you're not gonna want to walk all the way home now"
>Be drunk and full autismo at the time, don't catch on with what he's implying
>go back to theirs, he immediately sits me down on his bed and leans in for a kiss
>feel like a retard for not realising this is what he was expecting, try to clamp down on anxiety and kiss back
>he leans back after a short while and looks at me quizzically
>"Anon is this your first time kissing?"
>"Ok, we're gonna try again, this time do as I do"
>far more relaxed now, lose myself in his softness for a while
>eventually we try and have sex, I get to nervous again and ask to stop
>too drunk to get it up anyway
>end up spooning till morning
>hang out a few more times, but my nerves get the better of me each time so we never try anything again
Now everyone tells me I'm a really good kisser, they don't know I still have no idea what I'm doing.
I can't remember my first kiss. It's vanished into one of the many holes in my swiss cheese memory. This is a very early kiss I remember that had real meaning to me.
>8 to 9pm
>end of a very long day
>I'm dressed to the 9s, designer dress, full makeup, and hair done up.
>5y older woman leads me from the dressing room like a guy would lead a woman
>she's in a vintage men's dress shirt and slacks.
>get plenty of playful cat calls from my coworkers
>somebody asks "Who's the lion?"
>everybody laughs including both of us
>I'm grinning from ear to ear
>boss says "Don't damage him, he needs to be here at 9 in the morning."
>she leads me out of the studio, and opens the street door for me
>she say's "Lionesses first."
>I turn and wait for her just outside.
>she closes the door and turns towards me
>I put my hands up on her shoulders, and dig my fingernails in, as I give her a long kiss.
>as I draw away I see she has the biggest grin I've ever seen on her.
>I'm also beaming from within.
>she then leads me down the street to the avenue so we could catch a taxi.
I remember it so well because it was the first time I really was properly treated as a woman.