I am finally ready to break my silence on Kurt Cobain. I met Kurt in Volunteer Park in Seattle in 1993 I moved to Seattle the year before and was out

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I am finally ready to break my silence on Kurt Cobain. I met Kurt in Volunteer Park in Seattle in 1993 I moved to Seattle the year before and was out cruising the park for g****** late on Tuesday night in the summer of 1993.It was late around 10 pm and he asked me if I recognized him. I said I didn’t and he smiled the biggest smile and kissed me wildly and put his tongue half way down my throat. I thought he was cute but kind of scruffy. He was wearing faded light blue torn jeans, a red shirt with a gray sweater and baseball cap. We gave each other oral s** and like with kissing he was an animal. It was one of the fastest most wild times I have ever had with a guy. I was hoping to get his number or give him mine but he said he would probably never do the gay thing again. It bummed me out. As he was leaving I gave him a hug and said what is your name and he said Kurt and then he gave me one last kiss and said goodbye. I told a friend about it many days later and he told me that he heard that Cobain cruised the park. He later showed me a picture of him and I almost fell over and said that’s him! That is the guy I met in the park! How would I have known. I was the same age as him but a total geek who worked in a hotel and not into grunge music. After his death I learned about how he struggled with his s********. Even after all these years I can still picture him perfectly that night. I will have to say that he was the most wild guy I ever met. Now I feel guilty for doing the things I used to do and for living the way I did. Totally alone now, Asexual and at peace.

New Confession

I work in retail, a slow, quiet store where I tend to help dudes and some older gentlemen. petite and 5’ it isn’t foreign for me to get hit on, some customers even catching onto the fact that we’re understaffed, and I’m alone more often than not.

it’d be a problem if I wasn’t such a s***.

nowadays, each time I’m alone at work, I listen for every chime of the door in hopes that the next guy who walks in will be coming to back me into a corner, a wicked smile on his face in consequence of my altruistic kindness. he’d push me over the displays I spend all day tidying, rip open my uniform and soil the appearance that I keep pressed and preened day-by-day in respect for my job’s professionalism.

is it so shameful for me to believe I’m the light of some of these guys days?

maybe it’d be a group of guys, ones who’d previously been taunted by me alone once before. perhaps they’d have a plan, one outside to create a distraction and another up front to keep watch. perhaps they’d take turn then, cycling roles, so they each got a taste of me. if my coworker were there maybe someone would distract him, and or maybe he’d willing join on his own.

it’s not like my job has cameras,

if at the end of it all they tugged up my p******, pat my a**, and asked me to finish the rest of my shift with their shared spend between my legs, I’d still do it with a friendly smile on my face.

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