Skydiving, Celibacy, and Sex

Truth or lie? C’mon, who am I?

Sherry McGuinn

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I’m writing this in response to a prompt from my gal, The Celtic Chameleon. See if you can spot which of the following is an outright lie and, as she did, I’ll respond in a couple of days.

  1. I’ve always been terrified of heights. Even as a lifelong Chicagoan, I’ve never been to the top of the Sears Tower, or any building like it. One exception: While in Paris, I allowed my companion to drag me to the top of Notre Dame Cathedral, where I became terribly dizzy and nearly passed out. So, when I turned thirty, a friend persuaded me to hook up with The Chicago Skydiving Center where I actually participated in a dive, or “jump.” I truly thought I was going to die, but found it exhilarating, even though I wet myself.
  2. I had a seven-year relationship with a man and we never had sex. When we first met, he “neglected” to tell me he had some physical issues, like, he needed braces on his legs and two canes to walk. It wasn’t the disability that bothered me, but the withholding of such an important part of who he was. That in and of itself didn’t contribute to the lack of sex. It was the other unfortunate reality that he couldn’t get it up.
  3. I’m pretty sure he’s passed so I don’t mind revealing the name of the dude with whom I had my first, real sexual experience. When I was nineteen…

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Sherry McGuinn

Long-time writer and big-time dreamer. Screenwriter. Cat mama. Red lip aficionado. sherrymcguinn@gmail.com