My name is a name that can be used for a woman as well as a man. This had brought years of immature ridicule through elementary school, and eventually just a silent obscurity in later years. Last night, some kid was awed that his mother and I have the same name. I said it happens. Usually I say, "The name goes both ways, but I don't." I didn't last night since the kid was twelve.
My parents gave me the name in the seventies... and I feel that it had to do with trying to be hippie like to do something "unique" with the names of their children. My brother lucked out only because he was supposed to be a girl and they were going to name him Teressa... instead he was named Terrence. Still different, but it never picked on as a girl's name.
And then, when I got older, I had a brilliant thought! I realized that there were a lot of girls out there with the same name as my own. I had a new mission! I wanted to have sex with a woman with my own name. Why? Well, I suppose you could say it would be an interesting mission for no other reason just to do it, but really I just want to call out my own name while having sex! Almost happened once... and she was so cute and petite and seemed into the idea... only she was with her brother that night and had to leave. I never saw her again...
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