For a little Pride Month special, take a trip down memory lane with me.
Let’s get the basics out of the way: I was seventeen, it was with a boy, we did it at his house with his parents downstairs, and a pubic hair got caught in my braces. He was handsome and a year older than me. I left it feeling good.
Now let me take it back a little bit, because I need you to understand how I ended up there.
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