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![]() I wished I could die. Usually, my two weeks at Rancho Ose summer camp were heaven, but that particular day in that particular summer, it was hell. I was raised with one sister, no brothers and a very modest father. Male sexual anatomy was something that’d never been a part of my life until that day at the river
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![]() They’re laughing and holding hands downtown. They’re throwing frisbees at the lake. Everything looks easy. Do they have problems talking about s e x too? It’s so awkward to talk about it. I get that. Even when you’re madly in love and things are super hot n’ heavy, sometimes opening your mouth and letting words come out is much harder than getting naked on a smokin’ hot day with A/C running. ![]() Trauma is the through line of my life story. It doesn’t define me, but sometimes it’s in the color. Sometimes just the texture. I wish it weren’t true. But it is. Trauma is widespread. It’s epidemic. It’s in you. In your history. It’s in mine. I know it like the back of my aging hand. It’s been with me since my girlhood. I bet you know your trauma history, too. ![]() I want her so much that it hurts my feelings when she doesn’t initiate. I feel completely unattractive. “It would help if I felt like she really wanted it. Sure, she says ‘yes’ sometimes, but I feel like she’s doing it just because I’m pushing her. A pity fk. Excuse my language.” That’s what he told me. |
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