“Given the number of dudes I’ve seen without their shirts on I’d vote twice for that law if I could. Most guy’s chests are offenses against nature.”
“When a person is unable to accomplish the necessary developmental task of sexual exploration, they have to find a way to do so away from the people who are controlling it.”
When a group of girl friends get together there is bound to be a conversation or two about sex. Last weekend in particular there were many, and the topic of the elusive threesome came up for the first time since college.
To be comfortable with yourself, and specifically your sexuality, takes patience.
Because it was such a special occasion, she decided to bring a couple tabs of acid with her. Before that day, I had never tripped on acid in my life, but she had done it a few times prior.
You try having a meaningful conversation with the guy handstand twerking on the wall and see how far that gets.
Well, I’m just going to come right out and say it. According to the creepy (and confidential) excel spreadsheet I keep that documents my sex life, I have slept with 99 people. The vast majority of these people (let’s call it 97%) were men.
When your lifestyle does not fall within the range of what society deems normal, one must work a little harder to get the information needed to have it all make sense.
Does he love her? Yes, from the bottom of his heart. Does he love me too? I don’t think so, but we have each other.
Fond memories of being poked and prodded with questions about my sexuality encompassed much of my adolescence. While not everyone was so quick to question me, I knew most were wondering. You see, growing up in the uber conservative south, most people are hesitant to out themselves.