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In reply to the discussion: Sometimes I wish I could have been a hippie [View all]hunter
(38,264 posts)Technically not "Hippie" but closer to "Beatnik"
Nevertheless there were many assorted naked people, "mixed race" couples, and known homosexuals (often in pairs) sleeping in the guest room. And occasionally lady golfers who wore men's clothes and various queens of their own domains.
My childhood was a hybrid Munsters with a dragon living under the staircase, Addams Family, and Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Welcome all. Wear your favorite shoes and bring rice.
As kids we never knew who was in the bathroom. Just wait patiently and maybe bang on the door if they are taking an unreasonable amount of time.
It was the wrinkly old dudes who disturbed me the most 'cause I know I'll look like that someday. Tiny shrunken dick and balls hanging low enough to throw over a shoulder...
Do your balls hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie 'em in a knot?
Can you tie 'em in a bow?
Can you throw 'em o'er your shoulder
Like a continental soldier
Do your balls hang low?
"Balls" being entirely interchangeable with another one syllable word for breasts. Don't alert on me, I live with amazon warriors.
What makes me sad is there are a few people my age who claim to have been "hippies" but they were just the ordinary right wingers who happened to eat granola, get naked sometimes, mistreated the women they lived with, didn't abandon the patriarchy or social darwinism, and had one or two ""black" or "gay" friends.
I raise my middle finger to them.