After all, in the minds of my female kindergarten classmates, I’d kissed Beauty, now I had to marry her.
I recall myself objecting to this marriage, but I must have run smack into the cajoling, insistent resolve of Beauty’s mother and the combined pleading of my female classmates, because the wedding went forward as they had planned.
Flash forward to my adolescent awakening. I didn’t have any more interest in girls by this point than I had had in kindergarten. Yet suddenly and against my conscious will, I began being kidnapped by decidedly mature women.
These were nocturnal nappings, orchestrated by the varied women who inhabited the caves below my family’s two-story red brick house in Pleasant Ridge, Michigan. Did the women actually exist? No, but you wouldn’t have known that had you been inside my fantasy dreams.
The women came up from their caves into my bedroom through secret passages in the walls of our house, entering through closets and trap doors into my bedroom. They would take turns taking me down into the Earth with them for sexual initiation rites.
It is important to know that I was in no way actively generating these fantasy dreams. Recurring “Naked Ladies Club” occurrences were completely natural, my body/mind’s way of awakening my testosterone flow and, well...you get the point.
It wasn’t until many years later that I would think back to these truly foundational sexual fantasy experiences.
I picked up an unopened box of pastel chalk that my parents had given me as a birthday present years before and, as thought about appropriate subject matter to depict, “The Naked Ladies Club” and my vivid male fantasies leapt out and begged for expression.