I wasn’t welcome
ogling
never asked
but
still my hands
snaked to places
of tantalizing softness
in unsolicited groping
and as we danced
I pressed my leg
between her thighs
gyrating
to disco music
without an invitation.
I was never slapped
but
had to face disdain
in the classroom
the morning after.
I could have been
a hashtag too,
but I was only
one of many
sordid guys,
just a minor jerk
claiming
to be drunk.
Today we are writing taboos at dVerse where Amaya hosts. As a student many years ago, I was not a very pleasant guy. These days I would probably have deserved a minor hashtag. Not proud.
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March 10, 2020
Björn Rudbergs writings 
We are probably all hashtags for something.
Brave to admit anything!
A humble admission. Humility is the beginning of greatness.
good to own it Bjorn, only way to change bad habits!
I admire you for this poem. It an ugly truth many men will never admit to. I’m glad you took some heat from your classmates at least.
Excellent introspection and soul searching, brother. I wrote in Landai form, and charged headlong into sexual taboos, but it was not very self-deprecating–but 3 criteria out of 4 ain’t bad.
And why didn’t that girl just move away from you and your libido?
That took some guts, no matter how long ago it happened. Good writing & good on you!
The male animal rises in all of us specially when we are sixteen or there abouts!
If only these things didn’t require hindsight. (And, they don’t.)
I love your honesty in this poem. Tonight’s pub is like going to confession!
Thank you.
kaykuala
The technique seems to be universal. We heard of similar teenage happenings of innocence but effective. Yes, how to face up the next day! A good way is to pretend and act like strangers!
Hank
such courage to admit! the metaphors here are powerfully true.
The sweetest taboo, opportune and lusty self-destruction.
I like the double meaning in the last word.
Very brave writing
One of my favorites of yours, Bjorn…
The things we got away with all those drunken years ago. And everyone blamed it on the booze.
It’s not easy to recognize this in yourself, much less put it out there.I admire your bravery. Bravo Bjorn.
Few of us were perfect in youth. If we think we were, then we won’t have learned from our behaviour, and that’s where the trouble really starts. Such excesses don’t go down so well in later life. I can remember getting very drunk once at lunchtime in my teens and going for a naked swim in a local river with a guy, and really pissing off some anglers by disturbing all the fish. I was very shy then, and booze the only way to disinhibit myself (never mind the embarrassment afterwards). I’m still quite shy, but barely ever drink now.
I liked your honest confession, Bjorn, so decided to share one of my own.
“If we think we were, then we won’t have learned from our behaviour, and that’s where the trouble really starts.”
Yep.