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Hello Eugene, I'm Home Photo by Andy I t was the fall of 1974 and I was back in Eugene. I had been dreaming and plotting to get here for what seemed like years. One of the main reasons I chose to attend the University of Oregon was I wanted to live in Eugene. This was going to be my home and in fact Eugene did become the first place other than my parents house that I thought of as home. Dottie was out of my system. Lisa certainly helped with that, but Donna was still with me. I still was holding on to my feelings for her. I still held our relationship up as the ideal with the thought that I would never have another like it again. I believed I was lucky to have experienced that kind of love once and the chances of it happening a second time were remote. I was now living in a house with four others on Hilyard street. (For those of you who are sensitive about these things – yes, I misspelled the street name it an earlier post,) . My roommates were Mary, the h...

The Facts of Life W hen I was young, like 9, my Mom, trying to be progressive, bought a book designed to teach children about the facts of life. This was in the 50's. My Mom had been brought up in a household that had Victorian type views on sex. The only sex advice my Mom received from her Mom was sex was something she had to submit to and endure as part of her wifely duties. It was in general a dirty, unpleasant, but necessary task. My Grandmother had never actually had sex herself. She was only repeating what she had been told. It had sounded so repulsive to her that she could never let herself engage in the act. She adopted two girls, one being my Mom. I can only imagine my Mom's surprise when she found out that sex was actually fun and pleasurable. After she was married my Grandmother asked my Mom what it was like and was appalled to find out my Mom actually enjoyed it. At this time I did not really know anything about sex. I had once overheard a fr...