And No One Stopped Them | Part 15
A Blowfish, Some Knuckle-Draggers, and a Girl Named Alice
Ugly truths, secret shame, and how child sexual abuse impacts puberty
All the girls at school were talking about boys and wondering about that First Kiss. I was simply dreading it.
The idea of some drooling, zit-faced kid with a mini-hard-on and his knuckles dragging on the ground wanting to pucker up like a bloody blowfish and jam his mouth against mine (and oh, God, force his tongue down my throat??) was enough to make me want to throw up. I was too busy riding bikes and catching frogs with those zit-faced knuckle-draggers to be bothered with that stuff.
I just figured I was the world’s biggest tomboy.
But then something else happened. I’d taken Bobbie, a friend from school, across the street to the Martins’ house with me one night while I was babysitting. The two little boys had gone to bed when I heard Bobbie gasp from the dining room where she sat at the table. I looked over and saw her eyebrows just about hitting the ceiling.
“Oh, my gawd! Look at this!” she exclaimed, pointing at a magazine she’d pulled out of a huge stack of books and papers.
