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starboardlight:
So what have you kept of your past loves? What was the context of you acquiring the item? what does it mean to you now?

For me, it's a small pocket knife. In high school, there was a boy in my class with whom I felt a strong emotional connection. It was more than lustful infatuation since the majority of my thoughts were not about sex, but rather intimacy with him. I kept day dreaming about burying my face into the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh scent of early afternoon sweat. This was during a very confusing time, as I was still struggling with my own sexuality, and hadn't quite accepted myself as I am. My feeling for him was just more confusion to deal with. Looking back, there might have been some reciprocation of feelings. I remember in French class, toward the end of our senior year, I was talking to somebody, and he came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up in a bear hug from behind. I felt his entire body pressed again mine. That's not a random thing that teenage boys do, is it? There's meaning there, or am I projecting?

Earlier in the year, we were working on a project, and he lent me a pocket knife to cut something. I found that pocket knife a few days ago, while cleaning out some stuff. I don't think I intended to steal the knife from him, but I remember I kept hesitating to return it to him. I just wanted to keep holding it in my palm. (very Freudian, I know) So in the end, I guess I hesitated too long and the chance to return it passed. And the thing is, he never asked for it back, either. More projecting on my part, quizas.

Brown Eyes:
Shortly before we parted ways my first girlfriend gave me two of her earrings.  I haven't seen her for 5 years and it would actually even be a challenge to find her if I wanted to get in touch with her again.  I'd probably have to send a postcard "general delivery" out into the wild blue yonder.  But, every single day of my life I wear one of those earrings.  It's the only earring that I leave in when I sleep or shower, etc.  It's a little, tiny black triangle.  It's also the only gay symbol I wear to work.  I would die if I lost it.  I wear the other earring she gave me most of the time except when I'm at work or visiting my parents.  It's a little silver earring with two inter-twined "female" symbols.

I actually have mementos from all my girlfriends.  But, these earrings are certainly the most significant to me.
 :-\

ps. By the way, nice topic starboardlight!

twistedude:
"The Plays and Poems of T.S. Elliot," from a Jew, to a Jew...

My first boyfriend sent me, at St. Mary's Episcopal School fot Girls, (to which I had been banished), "A Diary of Love," by Maude Hutchens, a slightly pornographic book in diary form, , and the only book my m parents ever forbade me to read..

The two great loves of my life never gave me anything...much!

RouxB:
My first love-true love. From that I have a jigsaw puzzle of his favorite pictureo us-both reading, me in his bathrobe, laying on the couch with my head in his lap. The other, a rough pen ink portrait of me. Boy did I love him...

Jeff Wrangler:
I have a couple of snapshots, one that I took of him, one that his best friend took of the two of us together. Boy, am I glad to have those snapshots.

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