Freudian Slips: First Kiss

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Life takes us many places. It's a box of chocolates and a Hansel and Gretal trail of candy wrappers. I have filmed as an actor in The Happening, Invincible, The Lovely Bones, The Bounty Hunter, The Greek American, Bazookas, Limitless, TV's Its Always Sunny in Philly, Outlaw, New York, The Warrior, The Nail, Game Change, Cold Case, & commercial work includes The Philadelphia Eagles, Septa, Coors, Turbo Tax & Carnival Cruises. Freudian Slips spotlights irony in short story format.

April 17, 2007

First Kiss

As they walked through the department store, the mother prompted her sassy daughter into action with a blanket permission slip.
The mother invited, “Go ahead, do your thing, honey.”
“Do I need more lipstick, mommy?” the daughter asked.
“Nah, you look all dolled up for the camera.”
The ten-year-old girl led the younger boy by the hand into the department store photo booth. The mother removed coins from a pocketbook that had seen better days. She dropped ever-ready quarters into the corresponding metal slot in the booth. She shuttled the children inside then closed the black velvety curtain where she stood magnificent guard. The boy did not know it yet but he would soon be paying the price for admission.
Not to mention the mother’s role as an accomplice, the daughter was three years older, bigger, and stronger than his lanky frame. The girl held his peanut arms down to the side for reasons he could not understand until she pressed her lipstick lips against his. There was nothing tender in her territorial advance. He fleetingly wondered if her roughness were by design or inexperience. As he tried to resist, she absolutely smothered him with tangled limbs and eager lips.
When the arms of the mother appeared through the jostling curtain, the boy thought he would be saved from the photo booth horror. In a flash, the mother smirked at his compromising position then issued a congratulatory nod to her daughter. The only adult in sight repositioned the curtain then returned to guard duty at the lone entrance. Her daughter followed suit by aggressively pushing him back down on the bench. His back slapped against the bench seat. She menacingly towered over him and pointed a single digit finger. He could not figure out how he could be left in the company of this evil woman and her maniacal child. Oh, how he wanted his mommy.
“Don’t move!” barked the bad seed of a girl as she threw back her shoulder length hair with actress quality.
The girl did not need to threaten him anymore for he knew there was no way out. Her firm lips spread wet slobber across his nose-scrunched face. The camera flashed. The frightened boy wanted to scream but inexplicably did not. She lunged her body forward to kiss him again. He heard more money drop into the machine. She positioned her body to show for the camera that she had her sadistic way with him. Other pictures snapped. She continued degrading him until the photo shoot was over. He watched the mother snatch the developed pictures from the carousel then place them into her pocketbook. Like a contrast in the maternal instinct, the mother handed him a tissue to clean himself up.
I would like to forget the mother daughter team who gave love a bad name but that boy grew up to be me. My only souvenir, I still have saved a mental picture of the stolen moment. I just cannot seem to spit it out because my first kiss turned out to be my first taste of women.
-Joe Tornatore as a child no more



Anonymous Catherine Mary said...

Joe, I don't know who did that to you but you certainly were a little cutie pie. Love ya, Catherine Mary

12:50 AM  
Blogger Joe Tornatore said...

Catherine Mary,
It's a wash to me too.

8:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, you were cute and I see you're still telling fibs, too!
Or, is this an example of poetic license?

9:07 AM  
Blogger mommanator said...

Jt are you sure the roles weren't reversed in this? I can't believe you didn't like it!

4:54 PM  
Blogger Joe Tornatore said...

this actually happened. sorry for you to find out this way. you raised damaged goods.

it was more an act of violence. geez, where have I heard that...oh, yeah from the offending gender.

5:27 PM  
Blogger Zelda Parker said...

Fache Bella!

9:28 PM  
Blogger Joe Tornatore said...

are you talking dirty to me? lol

10:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cute story. Cuter boy.

7:31 AM  
Blogger Joe Tornatore said...

What happened to me, that is what I want to know?

8:55 AM  
Blogger e said...

Really cute pic. Is the story true?

9:47 PM  
Blogger Joe Tornatore said...

yes, even though my mother refuses to believe it because it might somehow put a damper on her somehow.

11:20 PM  
Blogger e said...

that's too bad. Parents are good at denial, tho. By the way....where WAS she?

9:59 AM  
Blogger Joe Tornatore said...

mom asked me the same question over the phone after i posted this story. I don't know. It was after school and I remember the little girl's first name. I think we were in a Kmart but can't be certain.

4:56 PM  

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