Military initiation. At least that was the lie they told me. I apparently was asphyxiated by her sheer bulk right off the bat and when I awoke I saw what I thought might have been an iceberg or a passing freighter... only it was wearing what looked like a green comforter. It washed up over me again. Undulating like a giant tidal wave until all the light was sucked out of the world and I was trapped below that giant writhing bulbous mass. I had to time my breathing in between each wave of blubberous ecstasy. I'm fearful even now, more than 3 decades later. Every time I see a dump truck or hear a giant building creaking before a monstrous wind I am taken back to that time. I feel suffocated, still. Clawing for breath. I will never live down the shame of finally busting a nut somewhere in that oozing flesh. I'm not even sure what part of her that I was attached to at that point. It was like being buried alive in an avalanche.
Anyone else ever been initiated similarly. I was only 18 years old.
Anyone else ever been initiated similarly. I was only 18 years old.
