#9: Sex Bay Bay!
This wasn’t just a grab for attention. I am actually going to talk about sex in today's installment. I lost my virginity on April 10, 2013 at about 5 P.M. to a girl I haven’t talked to in almost four years and who I have zero interest in ever talking to again. For some reason, I burned the date into my head. On my way home, I actually played Lonely Island’s “I Just Had Sex.” I’d had sex in the last thirty minutes, so I finally qualified to sing. I’ve had sex with three different people (all females) since then. I had the opportunity to have sex with others, but I’m just not the kind of person who could do that. I have to have a connection with a person, which is hard for me, because honestly, I hate most people. Very few can I actually deal with, let alone become close with. I’m engaged now, but before meeting Kayla, dating was hard. I could get dates, but most of the girls were really REALLY boring. “I like music and tv,” was about all I could get out of them. Though I can’t say I ever slept with a man, I did kiss a man in the spirit of “how do you know you don’t like it if you haven’t tried it?” Needless to say, I did not like it. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 18, almost 19, and before it happened, I was damn near obsessed with it. It seemed like the most important thing in the world. Looking back, I’m not sure why. I mean sex is great, don’t get me wrong. It’s great when it’s with someone you love: a tool to get closer to them. I know for some people they can either have “friends with benefits” or can have sex for fun without any emotional attachments. That is not something I could ever do, but as long as the person (or people) they are sleeping with understands everything, good for them. People often shame sex workers, such as porn stars or prostitutes. It’s such a wrong thing to slut shame someone, no matter what. Let's be honest with ourselves; there are two types of people: those who masturbate and liars. Like a surgeon, butcher, or IT person working in the sex industry, it takes a certain kind of person. I have a couple recommended documentaries about sex workers: After Porn Ends and Hot Girls Wanted (A Netflix original). I can’t seem to get my thoughts together about this or get my wording correct. I guess in the end, if something makes someone happy and doesn’t hurt you or anyone else, who cares if it’s bondage, swinging, or being dominated. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and so is pleasure.
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