Generally speaking, sexual behavior is as different between one person to the next, with everyone having something they like and things they wouldn’t do on a bet. Take one hundred people at random and ask them what they want out of sex and you’ll get one hundred different answers. At the same time, there are some things that most people will admit to liking, some things few will admit to liking, and some things we won’t talk about, but hey! If two willing adults engage in something they both like we should simply hope the motel walls are thick enough to contain the sounds.
I’m not sure why some people are so concerned about what other people do with their own bodies. If there is a disapproving God out there I am quite certain He, or She, can smite the wrong doers without the help of us humans. Not to point too fine of a point on it, but I would like to suggest those people who are protesting what other people do for sex aren’t getting any themselves which might be why they’re protesting.
This all leads me to the story about a friend of mine, Davy, who picked up a woman at the beach. We were all very young back then, I was twenty, Davy was nineteen, and he was even younger than that. Davy never really grew up after High School and he more or less drifted along with whatever happened. Meeting Chiffon was a good thing, I thought, because she was young herself. Yet of the two she seemed to have a better grip on things in general and I thought she was good for Davy and he was good for her.
There were things. The first thing was she didn’t like to drive. The next was she didn’t want Davy to meet her folks. Then there was that thing about her High School. There were only two High Schools in town and Davy had just graduated from one of them. No one there seem to know Chiffon and one of the guys we smoked pot with was sure he knew Chiffon’s sister, who had just started High School across town.
One day a friend of hers got mad at her and produced an eighth grade school identification card. Chiffon was fourteen.
Davy spent a little time on the run, because Chiffon’s parents found out from the same mad friend. He camped out on my porch for the better part of a month and seemed fairly happy to be there instead of jail. There wasn’t any physical evidence against him, just a dozen or so folk that might have seen them together, but the girl’s parents were ungodly pissed. Of course, they had allowed their daughter to go about acting as if she were much older than she really was, but that wasn’t a legal point.
We never did see her again or hear from her, but Davy missed her something fierce and I was sad to see them break up when it was pretty clear they were good together. The difference in age was five years, but there is a time where five years means a lot and this was one of those cases. I would not advocate fourteen year old girls dating nineteen year old men for a variety of reasons, but if she was seventeen and he was twenty-two no one would say a word about it.
The recent excitement about an eighteen year old dating a fourteen year old is not exactly new, but there is a twist here; both are female. Now, we can argue that the younger girl’s parents are shocked and appalled at their daughter’s orientation and that may well be the case, but at the heart of the matter you have a District Attorney who knows damn well if he opens the door a little he has opened the door a lot. Whatever else that man is willing to do or not willing to do, I’m more than willing to bet he’ll ride this one down to the mat simply to keep fourteen year olds from dating other people old enough to vote. And to keep those people old enough to vote, out of the middle school when looking for a date. It may very well be that this is a case of a set of parents who would rather be dipped in unicorn excrement than see their daughter giving lip service to another girl but legally speaking, this is pretty much an open and shut case.
Mike writes regularly at his site: The Hickory Head Hermit
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