Don’t Be Ashamed if Sex is Important to You

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One of my favorite memories is a lack of memory. Thirty seconds, give or take a moment, framed by what I can remember.

I was sitting on the floor in front of my girlfriend, wrists on the knees of my crossed legs. I didn’t care about the other people in the room. They had their own scenes to watch or plan. My skin felt as if it were tightening and tingling, waiting for that first touch…