The Making of Slut
Twenty years ago, sex wasn’t quite so available or easy to find out about, but I’d seen a few magazines hidden in my father’s dresser drawer, mostly naked women and few men. So I laid in my bed at night and fondled my private parts, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted exactly until I turned 14. My breasts had suddenly grown, and I was wearing a B-cup bra. And boys had definitely attracted my attention. My first real date didn’t turn out as I’d planned, except for the part where I finally got...