BALLING* IN THE SIXTIES
First guy: Did you know Baptists have banned having sex standing up?
Second guy: No. Why?
First guy: It's too much like dancing!
My first time having sex was unconventional http://subgeniusslack.blogdrive.com/archive/37.html , but I was a novice and hadn't learned sex, I had studied it. I had read all about it in the books that filled in for adolescent and kids views http://subgeniusslack.blogdrive.com/archive/25.html which as soon as I kissed a girl I realized was all bullshit. Kids and teens, even the ones having sex, were prone to lying. In the magazines I was reading there were stories about everything from the Kama sutra, then I started reading about sex magick, to articles about everything from oral sex to everything but the missionary position.
These articles are all over mainstream magazines, TV talk shows, radio talk shows today. But most of them were illegal in 1960's America.
Charlie Chaplin had found himself in a divorce case because he had asked his wife for oral sex. The asking itself was grounds for divorce. She got the divorce, loads of his money and was to receive a piece of his films whenever they were re-released. That led to him refusing to show his films until she died! He left the country after that, but most writers repeat the story of him leaving over politics. No, he left over our sexual politics.
Sodomy laws were not directed against gays, though they were used against them. They were originally directed against heterosexual couples. Anal and oral sex were both covered, both could be invoked alone or separately as an excuse for divorce. The woman's word was always taken.
How long were these rules on the books? Until 2003! "On June 26, 2003, the United States Supreme Court ruled that state sodomy laws can no longer be enforced against consenting adults acting in private. This affects laws in the remaining thirteen states which had not yet followed the trend of repealing or invalidating such laws at the state level." http://www.geocities.com/CapitolHill/2269/?200724
Psychiatrists had declared that oral sex was a sign of "latent homosexuality" and had declared it a perversion. That kept guys from complaining loudly about the law. And it was the real reason prostitution and mistresses flourished in the time of the Booze Generation. They were the girls you could ask to do things that if you asked your wife, could cost you everything. Including all your friends thinking you were gay.
In 1972 a book would come out and sell millions of copies and revolutionize sex in America called The Joy Of Sex. But this was years later. I doubt few of the people reading the book had any idea they were actually breaking laws far worse than any pot smoker was. A man in most states could lose their home, their money and even access to his kids if they even showed the book to his wife. Yet straight people decided those laws weren't as much fun as the positions in the book. Positions we hippies had learned from 1965 on and had mastered by the late 60's, from a book called the Kama Sutra.
Porn was nearly impossible to find in the south, but the cops hadn't started busting anyone for looking at statues!
And there were endless possibilities in the statues.
We also had PLAYBOY, which introduced a concept that had never existed in America before. Why rush out and get married? A guy could date, have a cool stereo, his own TV, a bar- why rush? For generations men and women married and had kids knowing the mom might not make it. Childbirth killed many (a nasty side effect to home childbirth). Even after the numbers began to change the reason had become lost and become a tradition. At 18 you either got married if you were a woman, or became an old maid as a school teacher, librarian, secretary, nurse. The pill however had given women something they had never had before. The concept of sex for sexual enjoyment , without guilt or fear of pregnancy, with whomever they wanted had liberated a growing section of younger women. Before hippie girls began experimenting and playing with sex, that only happened with biker girls and prostitutes. Bad girls.
So, like everything else we were doing as hippies, even our acts of sex were illegal!
The reason we would end up around Peachtree and 12th through 14th street was the neighborhood was poor. It wasn't ghetto, but the homeowners who rented asked few questions. Everywhere else in Atlanta no one would rent to people of the opposite sex who weren't married- even if they were just roommates. Many states had laws against co-habitation- so again hippies were openly breaking those laws. Before anyone had ever heard of "living together".
SEX ON ACID
I had met Mona in Piedmont Park and we hit it off in seconds and found ourselves in the woods having sex while The Allman Brothers jammed. I saw them many times, so many I can't add the times up. And had sex while they were playing often. Others may have seen the band more than me (I stopped going after Duane died), but I doubt few had sex as often as I did while they played live!
I guess it says something about those days that we never asked for each others last names!
Having sex to the Allman Brothers made us different in our rhythms than the straights. They had a three minute pop song, Or a three minute Sinatra song. Live, a jam number could go 30, 40 minutes. I also grew to love having sex to classical music and jazz, again because the timing of the song eliminated forever the word "quickie" from my vocabulary. Never liked them, never will. Music was sex. Music was as much of the act as the act. That's how important music became to me. (And probably explains why I became a fan of techno music years later, and was happy to find women who liked sex to one hour mixes! I also became a fan of Opera, and go every season as a subscriber. Haven't had sex there yet, however!).
Because on our radio we could hear The Beatles, Sinatra, Dean Martin, The Rolling Stones, B.B. King, The Four Seasons, The Mamas and the Poppas, The Beach Boys, Otis Redding, James Brown all on the same station, we were exposed to a variety of music that today doesn't exist on a single station today.
Mona asked me to meet her the following night at the Krispy Kreme and I said yes as we walked back to the concert, splitting up.
As I walked the following night to meet her, a fellow passing out free acid approached me and I asked for two. He gave me them and said it was a microdot and I looked at the tiny pills, thanked him and walked on.
I sat at the doughnut shop for about 20 minutes before she entered in hip huggers with shiny buttons up the front, a gypsy top that revealed her waist and no bra- her breasts moving as she walked in. Who cared about time?
She ordered a coffee and two donuts and I told her about the acid. We agreed to take them and did. In those days I could eat onion rings, ice cream, donuts and never gain an ounce!
After about a half hour I started to feel the tingling in my jaw and she had broken into a smile. We both knew it was time to get back to her place. I put on my suede jacket with fringe and we walked out into the night. I was use to it taking about an hour to feel the effects, a half hour was a good sign to me. We walked holding hands as she talked about hoping she could find her place. We laughed and came up to her door, and entered.
She cut on the light and there were the colored beads that hung in rows from the kitchen to the living room, a bean bag chair on the floor , a beat up couch, a stereo, no TV. Candles everywhere. We decided to take a bath together. Or she suggested.
WHAT TALKS LIKE TARZAN, WALKS LIKE JANE AND SMELLS LIKE CHEETAH? A HIPPIE! - DJ Doctor Don Rose, WQXI-AM
Actually the myth of hippies not bathing was exactly that. A myth. Conversations abounded on the latest home made soap at the head shop, everyone was digging Dr. Bronners soap and his wild labels,
but we did something straights didn't do. We were wearing musk and patuille oil before they were. I've never been a fan of patuille oil but in the 70's musk would become a huge hit nationally. We actually loved showering together, taking baths as a way to introduce sensuality to the proceedings. Straights smelled the musk and couldn't figure it out.
She pored the bath and the bubbles became a kaleidoscope of colors and I put a stack of records on the spindle and followed her to the bathroom as she lit candles on the sink.
The lights went off.
Illuminated by candles as The Doors hit the turntable we kissed and I began to undress her. Her shirt fell to the floor and I kissed from her lips, to cheek, to her neck. to her shoulders, to her pert breasts with nipples protruding and a slight turn down to wet her nipples and then blow on each one and then to lick them and kiss them and I could feel her hands undoing my shirt. http://tw.video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=380174
We mucked about and laughed and got the shirts off and I started unbuttoning her pants. I don't know who invented hip huggers with buttons instead of a zipper but I certainly hope they won the Nobel Peace Prize for it!
As I unsnapped each button it was clear she was wearing no underwear. That got me hard before she even started to take off my pants.
So here we stand naked and the rushes are coming every other second it seems and we dip into the bathtub, which is an old fashioned stand alone tub with claws for feet.
And we bathe each other, play with the bubbles and laugh and have - fun.
We rise from the tub, shower off the bubbles and dry each other all the while laughing and smiling and kissing. Oooooooh Mona.......
We lay naked on her bed and I can smell flowers and the vanilla scent of the candles and this time I go from her breasts right to that spot I had read about in PLAYBOY.
The most neglected spot. The secret spot only lesbians, bikers and hippies knew.
The clit.
I pulled back the hood and began to lick lightly as she moaned and this would go on until her face turned beet red, and I began licking faster and harder. BANG!
She lay there covered in a glistening sweat and rose to show me her oral skills. Because she saw my balls as part of the package, she licked, kissed and sucked on the entire region.
This led to her mounting me for 69.
My face covered in the taste and smell of female we faced each other as I kissed her rubbed my cock around her other lips.
I put my cock in bit by bit while licking her nipples as this began to play on the stereo. Go ahead and play it while you read the rest.
We thrust away, her pelvis meeting mine and our lips locked and pyramids and deserts, jungles and lions appeared when I closed my eyes and she and I touched each other and laughed and held on and I said, "Let's pretend we are lions' and I struck harder and faster and now we were fucking as the ceiling gave way to stars, she said.
We changed positions and I entered her from behind and moved my hand around to play with her clit and bit her on her back and she dug into my legs with her nails and we were lions and the room was a jungle.
We turned to face each other and she kissed my face tasting herself and my sweat and clung on smiling and I removed my cock.
Waited.
Re-entered. Did this several times. She licked my nipples and off we went again.
Building our pyramid.
When I finally came I covered her from her pussy hairs up to her breasts.
And we hadn't peaked yet!
We resolved to wait until the peak started to start having sex again and off she went to grab a bottle of wine.
We had broken many laws this night!
* Balling was the expression for sex. As in, "Wanna ball", or "I like balling that chick".
