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Hi there- you made it to my bio page. This page will be devoted to the one person in my life who really means alot to me. Namely, ME. (Excuse me while I vomit over that last statement)
Some quick facts about Roo:
My name is Roo James (as you probably already know). I live in Sacramento, California with my Mom, Step-father and eight cats (Nabbigail, Piglet, Samique, Ariel, Nola, Persephone, Jelly Bean, and Sweetums). I'm an only child and bisexual. My interests are fencing, reading, and writing. I have several very close friends, John and Kira, and a boyfriend named Cameron (I should be linking pictures fairly soon).
Roo's Story:
I discovered my sexuality for the most part when I was twelve years old. My first lover was a girl named Morgan (I have no idea what happened to her. Morgy- if you're out there and reading this, don't hesitate to drop me a line). We had been good friends for years before, but three months after our sleeping together she was forced to move to Arkansas- or maybe it was Alabama. I don't remember now (Cripes- it was only five years ago, and I can't remember). In any case, it doesn't really matter. Back to the story.
I should also probably mention some things that happened before that first encounter. Basically, this: A friend of the family had started molesting me (sexually and otherwise) when I was ten. According to my mother, I was fairly well developed physically (I'm taking her word for it- I honestly wouldn't know), and the Man (as he will be called from this point on) was evidently attracted to me. I suppose that I was so happy to think that anyone wanted me (I had started my downfall from social-outcast to social-reject that year) that I was grateful to him.
When I was eleven the Man raped me. I'll spare you the details- more because I don't enjoy thinking about them, than wanting to spare you from any graphic descriptions. During the ensuing six months, I didn't particularly want to have anything to do with anyone else. Not to mention the changes in my body that generally signify puberty. My mother, not knowing what had happened, just thought of my withdrawl as being part of normal pubescent happenings. The Man had told me that if I told anyone else, he would hurt me far more than he already had. Taking this warning to heart (obviously not thinking it through), I told no one.
It was about six months after I had been raped that I hed my first sexual encounter with a girl. Morgan was three years older than I, and vastly more experienced. The three months after our first encounter were some of the happiest of my life. Then she moved away, leaving me alone. For the next two years I had many male friends, but no close female friends, although a couple of female lovers. Mom had had a bit of a falling out with the Man and his wife, so we didn't see them very often.
My freshman year in high school I had walked to the home of the Man (as this was the appropriate meeting spot designated by my mother). Normally his wife and daughter were home when I did this (I dreaded going there every time I was forced to), but that day they weren't. The Man put his hands on me, but my mom came to pick me up before anything could happen. In the car I told her that I didn't want to have to be near him if I didn't have to. She asked me what happened and I told her only that he had put his hands on me. I didn't tell her about the previous times or my rape. She couldn't do anything about it, except promise me that I wouldn't have to see him again.
In 1998, during the summer, I went to New Jersey. I had met a boy through the internet who fenced, like me, who lived in New Jersey a couple of years before, and we had been corresponding off and on ever since. I decided to try to get in touch with him while I was staying with my aunt's family. When I finally met Dave, I think I met one of the kindest, most compassionate people alive. We were mutually attracted to each other, so we decided to see what would happen (we are both marvelously Heinleinian, not to mention open to experimentation). Unfortunately, I seemed to have given myself a fear of opening up to anyone, especially men. I eventually told Dave of what had happened, and he was marvelously understanding.
I returned to California a better person. In October I worked at a fencing booth at a Renaissance Faire and met my current boyfriend. Cameron and I have been going out together since November of '98. I'm still having problems opening up to people, but through Dave and Cameron- and especially John and Kira- I am much improved.
If you managed to read all the way through this, Congratulations. I welcome questions, no matter how rude they may be. You may not like my answer, but I will respond to anything you have to ask.
Love always and forever + an infinity 1/2.
Roo