There will not be much in the way of blogging this week. That seems to be the general theme of things lately, but as the summer winds up (a depressing reality) I find myself rather busy.
This evening I will be attending a small party at Sacagawea's house with seven or eight friends. Among them will be Bisexual Boy, whose presence has made me excited and nervous at the same time.
"Pocahontas thinks he'll probably want to hook up," I told Powell as we drove home from town today. "What if he wants to kiss and I'm bad at it?"
"You won't be," Powell answered.
"What if he wants to do more than kiss?" I asked.
"BB, you're twenty-one years old," he said in irritation.
"I already feel self-conscious about it!" I exclaimed. "I'm just worried that I won't have a clue what I'm doing!"
"Oh," he said. "I thought you meant you didn't want to do more than just kiss."
"Of course I do," I answered. "But that doesn't mean I'm not scared."
"At least you're not a prude," he said.
I'll be sure to let everyone know what happens.
On Tuesday I will be spending some time with Black Boy, an eighteen-year-old who leaves for a faraway college in the southern part of this state on Saturday. He's worried about what's to come, scared of facing the jarring experience of life on a new campus coupled with an unsupportive family back here.
His greatest fear is being alone, that once he arrives at school he'll be trapped in an environment where no one knows him but unable to turn towards home where no one cares.
On Wednesday, Thomas, Powell, and I leave for an extended trip to our grandmother's home in Native State, where we'll stay until next Monday. I'm rather excited about it.
I'll be sure to write again before our departure.