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The year was 1987. It was the end of a long hot summer. I convinced a friend to drive me down to Des Moines (without telling his parents) ostensibly to see Henry Rollins and the Rollins band play. He loved Henry Rollins, I loved a songwriter and editor of a local punk 'zine. He saw the show, I walked off into the night with my love and found this spot next to the river behind some bushes off of a little walkway. It was liberating, intense and passionate. Lots of hot sweaty leather moments. I can still remember the lovely smells of that night. We made love for so long that when we returned to the botanical center, my friend was terribly upset with me--he was really late getting home which blew his cover and he was grounded for a month. On the long drive home, he angrily berated me while I strummed on a guitar dreamily and sung her songs. By the end of the drive he was singing along too, and the romance had even rubbed off a little on him too.

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outdoors , leather , first love , punk rock sex , doing it , virginity