As a youngin', my parents enjoyed the peace and quiet they got when they left me with my favourite babysitter, television. And as a fella whose social life didn't really kick off until about the tenth grade, it was up to the nefarious boob tube to teach me many a thing about the ways of the world. Batman: The Animated Series taught me that it was cool to have a deep voice. Shawn Michaels taught me how to dance. And syndicated repeats of Remington Steele taught me about sexuality and the ways of love. It taught me how to how to talk with a woman, how to playfully banter. It taught me how to whisper sweet nothings to a lady I desire in a smooth Irish accent. But most importantly, Pierce Brosnan and Stephanie Zimbalist taught me the beauty of a kiss. Their kisses awakened something inside of me. So long. So deep. So passionate. "That's what love looks like," thought four-year-old Coco.
At the age of sixteen, about a week after a school dance where I'd woo'd a potential future ex Mrs. Coco The Monkey with my Michaels-esque fleet-of-foot, I found myself alone with the girl in her home after school. One thing led to another, as it normally does, and we ended up locking lips. Not knowing what to do as my experience had been limited (read: non-existent) up to that point, I went for the full-Brosnan. "Face-sucking" wouldn't do this justice. I full on face-raped her. I put my back into it. Her knees trembled out of fear. My knees trembled out of... excitement. My tongue had somehow gotten upside down. In all of this exploration, somehow both of our eyes had opened. But I kept going. My mouth was drying out. I was breathing heavily. For some reason, I kept moving my head and searching for a better position. It's what Brosnan would have done. "Clocks" by Coldplay was roaring in the background the entire time. All things considered, not bad.
How has the media shaped your interactions with your fellow humans?
At the age of sixteen, about a week after a school dance where I'd woo'd a potential future ex Mrs. Coco The Monkey with my Michaels-esque fleet-of-foot, I found myself alone with the girl in her home after school. One thing led to another, as it normally does, and we ended up locking lips. Not knowing what to do as my experience had been limited (read: non-existent) up to that point, I went for the full-Brosnan. "Face-sucking" wouldn't do this justice. I full on face-raped her. I put my back into it. Her knees trembled out of fear. My knees trembled out of... excitement. My tongue had somehow gotten upside down. In all of this exploration, somehow both of our eyes had opened. But I kept going. My mouth was drying out. I was breathing heavily. For some reason, I kept moving my head and searching for a better position. It's what Brosnan would have done. "Clocks" by Coldplay was roaring in the background the entire time. All things considered, not bad.
How has the media shaped your interactions with your fellow humans?
