Alcohol lubricated the rough edges of social interactions; I never needed it to enjoy sex but I did need it to handle large groups of people. This is why, seven years off of all substances, I faced the prospect of attending my first orgy with near panic and a lot of questions…
Read MoreI write a lot about sex. I think a lot about sex. I spend a lot of time doing things related to sex. And yet I am not a very good slut. To be clear, when I use the word “slut,” I mean the literal definition involving promiscuity and many partners while divorcing it from the disparaging/offensive connotation…
Read MoreHe left a location with me and refused to go to his own home, deciding instead to ride with me and insert himself into my evening, all despite my telling him no…
Read MoreMy rapist is number 33 on my list of sexual partners and differentiated with a ~ before his entry. He is listed as 'Handsy', which is what I dubbed him upon our introduction; the foreshadowing of that nickname still makes me sick…
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