
I remember sitting at the foot of my girlfriend’s bed one morning and realizing that I’d only had sober sex three times in my life. The night before, I’d actually thrown up a bit of beer foam on her belly in the midst of it (she mistook it for sweat).























“I spent years in confusion that led me to ask awkward even wholly inappropriate questions at the wrong moments…”
This is a comment by James on the post “What Happens When We Don’t Teach Our Boys About Sex”.