Martin Petrus, 8th grade. 'Dated' him for a month, but I was so scared of the concept that I dumped him as soon as he started to want to 'talk' about what are we doing. He turned out to be gay much later, ha. Or at least bi. An actor. Cute though, as a button.
My bedroom ceiling slanted with a flight of stairs that led to an upstairs apartment. My Hendrix poster, a shot from Woodstock, in the light denim jeans and gorgeously fringed suede shirt, diamond studs in BOTH ears, gypsy scarf tied tight around his head?-Lord have mercy! Be still my heart.
Okay. Anyway, that poster hung right above my bed, on the slant of the ceiling. It was perfection floating above me nightly and was most definitely a sexual attraction altho' I didn't know really what the hell that was. But it was very intense and I just wanted to scream like a banshee the few times I saw him on television. He drove my eleven year old heart wild.
The memory of him still makes me weak.
