The truth was I felt publicly humiliated and sexually assaulted, just to thrill everyone's sexual desires. The degrading part of it, was that it all was disguised as a friendly prank and almost had to laugh about it. Must have seen it, because I could feel my p**** lips wide open. Bared it all that day and the fact that I was totally shaved down there and so spread out, I think I even showed off my c***.
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Hung there nude with girls telling them to turn me over, while guys got a free t** and p**** show. Found myself dangling in mid air with my t*** hanging out and bottom slipping off between my thighs. I was sun bathing face down with my top strings undone, when some b****** picked me up off the sand by arms and legs. I'm sure most of them were glad to see my bikini stripped off. Over heard them saying "look at her flaunting her stuff in a string bikini" Having guys and even their own boyfriends looking at me didn't sit very well. I knew some of the girls I went with to the beach were jealous of me, because I looked sexier than them in bikini. Look at what happened to Lakewood Shopping Center when they built (over neighborhood objections) the weird "Abrams bypass" that was done to solve a nonexistent problem.My story is more humiliating than embarrassing. I hope this bit of history doesn't get forgotten and then the project resurrected. The weird "Matilda Bridge" overpass is the only remnant of the attempt to turn the whole lower Greenville area into a thoroughfare for the suburbanites to traverse as fast as possible and to he!! with the effects on the neighborhood. I don't suppose anyone but me remembers this but the Observer - back when they ran interesting articles and weren't just a giant advertisement for bars - did a tongue-not-completely-in-cheek article comparing Upper Greenville against Lower Greenville basically silk shirts, Trans Ams, cocaine, and chest-hair medallions, versus VW Microbuses, Ford pickups, weed, and old blue jeans.Īnd who remembers the "One Way - No Way" campaign? Probably the first time in Dallas that neighborhood activism worked to stop the Far North Dallas developers from getting their way. At the same time Upper Greenville was all-disco, all the time. For a few years there, my friends and I would "discover" a place (that had been there for 40 years) and start drinking there, and we would have it to ourselves and the old regular customers, till the SMU fratboys would discover it and ruin it, then we would have to scope out another old style place till the process would repeat it. became popular with people who weren't into showing off but just wanted a quiet place to have a drink.
was a kind of ratty area with a couple of slightly nicer establishments (and the Granada when it was a really nice theater), so the bars etc. I don't see Lower Greenville returning to what's described here.īack in the 1970s, Lower Greenville suddenly became hot because proto-yuppies and aging hippies started buying up the old houses on the M streets and rehabbing them. I think the scene is more fragmented now since Uptown declined. Over the last 3 years or so, Uptown has changed for the worse and I don't think it is as much as the place to be anymore to meet singles at night. When I first got here in this early part of this decade, Uptown was the place to be for nightlife mating options. This is really cool! In the time that I've been in Dallas, Lower Greenville has basically been a 2nd rate grungy kind of scene. Yep, that's my old stomping grounds from my misspent youth. What was the name of the nightclub right along there where Karen Bella played all the time? Was that the same place where Bowley and Wilson ended up a little later, or were they two different places? Wasn't Milo Butterfingers in that strip too? I guess about the only businesses remaining from those days are the Parkit Markit down at University, and Desperados'. Chicken down the street with the two Cadillacs with chicken heads and tails? How about the Kriz Bar (less said, the better)? Chief's Lock Shop. Those were the days before everything was so corporate and cleaned-up. I darn near lost my small car in some holes a couple times in between refillings with oyster shells. But Vehon's provided the shells for all the parking lots in that strip - so the owners NEVER did any paving repairs, just put more shells down. I worked down the street for a while and occasionally we would run out of change and have to get some from other businesses on the strip.
If anyone remembers Bill, you know what a funny,(unknowingly), duck he was. Bill Vehon owned an oyster, bar/nightclub, on Greenville Ave, in Dallas, back in the 60's.
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