Extemporize: a tale from the kissing booth.
The past.
I felt very attracted to that mysterious, mouthy boy. It occurred to me that I had never considered my sexuality.
"How odd," you are probably remarking to yourself, but this is coming from some one who, lost his virginity, at the insanely young age of six.
Sex has just kind of...always been there. For me, it's never really been about whether I like males or females more. It's just always been about whether or not I get lucky, get fucked, in any form.
If I went to see a shrink she'd probably tell me I was a sex addict. But I'm not going to see some crazy lady who puts way too much into things, stones me on drugs, feeds me cupcakes, and then expects me to lie on my back, on an uncomfortable sofa, while telling her about my dreams.
I don’t need her to tell me what I already know. Who cares if I’m a nympho?
"How odd," you are probably remarking to yourself, but this is coming from some one who, lost his virginity, at the insanely young age of six.
Sex has just kind of...always been there. For me, it's never really been about whether I like males or females more. It's just always been about whether or not I get lucky, get fucked, in any form.
If I went to see a shrink she'd probably tell me I was a sex addict. But I'm not going to see some crazy lady who puts way too much into things, stones me on drugs, feeds me cupcakes, and then expects me to lie on my back, on an uncomfortable sofa, while telling her about my dreams.
I don’t need her to tell me what I already know. Who cares if I’m a nympho?