She Was My First

In many ways it’s true, in some ways it’s not so true.

Jennie Keogh, or Miss Thing as we used to call her, was my first ever fag hag. Only at the time she didn’t know it cause no one back then knew that I was a fag in need of a hag. But I was and she was.

Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I hate using the telephone, HATE IT, kind of strange for someone who use to be a call centre operator and is now a phone counselor, but there you have it… I HATE TALKING ON THE TELEPHONE. I so much prefer face to face contact with people.

Having said that leads into the story of Jennie Keogh. Jennie was a friend at school, someone who was in my group of friends and someone who has always been very easy to talk to.

Jennie is also the instigator of my life long desire (now fulfilled) to own a soft-top Jeep. When we were younger and she got her license and her Vitara we spent a more than few days fording rivers in her little 4WD. Having to jump out and lock the wheels into 4WD before attempting a river crossing.

I remember one time we almost got stuck trying to cross a section of water near the weir in Penrith. It was scary and exhilarating all at the same time. It was awesome.

I don’t know if my parents ever thought it odd that as a kid I never talked to friends on the phone. My brother could spend hours chatting away, but me, never. That was until Jennie started to ring, we’d spend hours talking on the phone after school. I couldn’t tell you a single thing we talked about, probably bitching about the other kids at school. But I was finally getting yelled at by my parents to get off the phone, to come and have dinner, to go to bed! Once I even dragged the phone into the hall cupboard and squished under one of the shelves to keep talking undisturbed.

There was definitely a connection there and one that continued for a while after school ended. Jennie Keogh was cool, and still, I’m certain, is.

Recently, through the magic of Facebook, we have been reunited and I have to say I’m happy for that. She’s looking awesome and it appears she is forging a great life up in Sydney. I look forward to everything that’s to come. She wants to be my interstate fag hag and for that I am truly grateful. She loves her gays and I’m glad to be one of them.

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