A kiss is still a kiss

Dana Whittle
Jan 12, 2020 · 7 min read
Rubber tire swing in overgrown yard.
Photo by Scott Webb on Unsplash

For decades I have avoided reliving memories of my very first sexual experience, at the hands of someone we would now recognize as a pedophile, an elderly man who boarded his elderly horse on our small farm. But as I get older myself, instead of getting further away from these traumatic memories, I find myself bumping into them at inopportune moments. They have sometimes been triggered by innocent bystanders, like whomever I was dating, including…