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kontextmaschine:

God, remember pen pals?

I got one once through a program associated with like an Olympics or a World Cup so they were international, we went like two and a half rounds

I remember my parents signed me up for one because they were desperately trying to get me to interact with other human beings, and the guy sent me a drawing of himself naked

(it was not a particularly well-executed depiction)

(I never told them, and didn’t write back either)

There was this one guy Kevin who was a few grades ahead of me but everyone was, I think my dad had his (b.1938) memories of the town more kid-full, and also the development for young families my parents bought into turned out to be a NORC and the young families moved in to the cheaper one two minutes down, and later further out

Anyway Kevin, and I didn’t recognize this at the time but it’s obvious in retrospect, was more working class, living without a NES in those duplexes by the old Mrs. Fields Fish Sticks plant

I just remember when I was still maybe a year before puberty him explaining that he had whittled and waxed and stained this wood dildo to give to this girl he knew