No. IIRC, I was about 10 or 11 years old at the time. We were at an evening school event and all the parents were there. Nancy was looking for Paul (her son) and I told her I'd heard he was in the Little Theater. (A bunch of kids were running around the school.) She asked me where that was (I should have known she knew damned well where it was) and I showed her. We walked in to the back stage area, in the darkness, and she approached me in a weird sort of a way, putting her hand on my chest and calling me a "nice young boy". The weirdest part of this is that Feinstein (yes, THAT Feinstein) had done almost exactly the same thing to me at an entirely different event a couple of years prior. Those cunts are bad fucking news. I'm very glad Feinstein is dead and gone. The world is better without her, and will be better off when Pelosi finally kicks off.
Thst's f#cking wild! To have met these lizard people as a kid and I can imagine how uncomfortable that was with what they did. Did you ever tell your folks?
I (eventually) told Mom.
The first time I met Feinstein was at the police commissioner's house. Said commissioner had a fund raising party for Feinstein's bid for mayor. I was all excited to meet her but on shaking her hand I swear to this day I felt something awful. It was just gross. I told my parents right away I wanted to leave and they both put me off, my dad suggesting I visit the restroom to calm down for a moment. So I go down the hall and find the bathroom and go in closing the door behind me. I took a moment to shake it off, and when I opened the door, Feinstein was RIGHT THERE. Like, IN the doorway. She knew I was in there and she looked at me with this awful grin and said "Oh you're that nice young boy." I saw her extend her hand and touch my chest and try to push me back in to the bathroom. I freaked the fuck out, ducked her arm, and rapidly squeezed by her to escape in to the hallway. I immediately found my parents and made it clear I wanted to leave right away as I was worried I'd be sick. I guess they were bummed but we left and went home.
I didn't tell Mom and Dad about it, other than to say it was gross to shake Feinstein's hand. (Mom agreed with me.) Some years ago my Dad passed away and oddly enough a conversation with my Mom turned to our past experiences with the rich and famous (I grew up in the upper class San Francisco set - something from which I have firmly removed myself). And I told her. I told her the whole thing. Needless to say she was shocked and was very very sorry she'd accidentally put me in such a situation.
Imagine her horror when I then told her what happened with Pelosi a couple of years later. The Pelosi incident was basically the same thing. Pelosi touched my chest and pushed me. It was so weird. There we were, standing on the stage of the Little Theater in the dark, and she pushes me like she's going to push me back in to the wing of the stage. I noped the fuck out of there too.
As a kid I was freaked out in the immediate moments of these incidents, but as my life was largely in shambles back then (school life was pretty bad and home life wasn't much better as alcohol really fucks up your parents) I didn't think about them and just moved on. It wasn't until years and years later when I started thinking in more political terms that I realized what had happened. And of course now it's too late to do anything about it. Some people have said I should raise a fuss and go to court or whatever. But really, I'd just end up dead. I don't need that shit. My family doesn't either. Anyone who knows even a shred of truth about these people know that what I'm saying is real. And people who say it isn't are pretty hopelessly lost causes.
Very interesting personal story! Thanks for sharing!
alcohol really fucks up your parents)
My Dad was an alcoholic. Alcohol can fuck up everyone in the family, even those who don't drink.
SF was an amazing place rich with history. I grew up here in the sticks in Maine, the antithesis of growing up in/near a big city. A fundraiser here usually involved food, a beanhole bean supper, a haddock fry or the likes and at a local church - compared to big city cocktail parties you experienced. I've always been fascinated to hear what life was like for those who grew up in the big cities, especially if they were financially well off, rubbing elbows with the rich and famous. Alcohol was a big thing for the business class back in the 50's and 60's ... OUI laws started to take the thrill out of it by the late 1970s, around here anyway.
Feinstein and Pelosi sound like they were quite a pair. Their lives full of lies to cover their boy love and bolster their political careers. They were expert liars by the time I became familiar with them from the news. You are lucky to have escaped them unscathed.
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