Memoirs of A Chick
Bio
Originally from South Africa, I have many a tale to tell about the plethora of experiences I have had -some funny, some sad. I have survived to tell them. Every day is another day I am here to share what I have overcome and experienced.
Stories (5/0)
A Relationship with Parents
When I am left alone with my thoughts, I am often plagued by things that have been said to me by the people who brought me into this world- who I love dearly, but who have seriously said damaging things that have left me hearing their echoes for years. They are haunting and cruel, and I just think also its a generational thing.
By Memoirs of A Chick3 years ago in Families
Minnie and Tigger Go On Vacation
The Minnie and Tigger Experience When we were younger, we took many road trips, for living in Kentucky we were in the perfect epicenter to travel to many states, and we were fortunate to have parents that wanted to see the country that we relocated to from our beautiful and former home of Cape Town, South Africa. We saw the caverns in the Virginias, the coastlines of the Carolinas, and the tallest buildings ever in New York City. We went to children’s museums in Indianapolis and went to the Cincinnati Zoo where they had French fries in the shapes of animals. We rode a camel and an elephant, and the pictures of those times are just adorable. My sister was so small, as was I, and it is just so funny to see those pictures because I do not remember physically being that small, but of course there is evidence in thousands of photographs and slides that indeed, we were wee little things in little clothes. And little people wear little clothes, and oh the clothes our mothers would have us wear. Whenever my sister and I are together, we like to remind her of the horrors of our closets in the good old 1980s and early 1990s.
By Memoirs of A Chick3 years ago in Families
Working in an Adult Store: Tales of a Retail Associate
There comes a time in a person’s life when things of a certain size are just overwhelmingly and shockingly truly large. I did not know of John Holmes’ existence until I saw the film Boogie Nights (like a lot of people who have lived under a rock).
By Memoirs of A Chick3 years ago in Filthy
Working in An Adult Store: Tales of a Retail Associate
When I was 27, I found a job in Dallas working as a retail associate for an adult store, where the walls were adorned with boxes of various dildos and vibrators, an assortment of condoms and adult films, and things that I had never heard of before such as penis pumps and pocket pussies. The job paid $8.25 an hour, and I must confess, what lacked in pay was compensated for by the experiences I had with the customers I engaged with in the mornings and late at night.
By Memoirs of A Chick3 years ago in Filthy
