Somehow I lost this post in the drafts section….whoops!
It’s April 30th.
The final day of the month-long blog for a cause event and I felt it necessary to post one final time.
And discuss the nasty.
Which, by the way, is a term I’ve always hated. Why is it “nasty”? There’ s nothing nasty about it. It’s not mean or gross. Ok, maybe it’s gross sometimes, but if you’re doing it right it’s never mean.
Anyway, my last 5 pieces have covered masturbation, sex talk, rape, past relationships, and basically everything except the doing of the deed itself. And I mentioned that Ivillage cheated me out of a Samantha Jones quiz result, so I guess I owe you some info. Don’t get excited. My past is not that lucrative. My sexual experiences do not rival that of Spitzer. I’ve never Gone Wild for Joe Francis (creeeeper), I don’t have a laundry list of lovers, and I didn’t lose my “V” card to anyone I knew before I could legally vote.
I’m proud of this. I’m happy my sex life turned out the way it did. I feel like losing it at 20, with the person it was with, at the time that it happened, was fitting. I unlike a lot of people I know, have absolutely no qualms with my first time.
And that is spectacular.

1 Comment
May 13, 2008 at 4:54 am
I am happy that you are happy with your sex life.
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