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I always wondered why my BFF’s mother and father slept in separate bedrooms-for precisely six years until shortly after my eighteenth birthday when she asked if I wanted to fuck. I soon learned she was having an affair with a local politician, that she liked to expose herself through the bay window to the teenage boys as they walked home from school and she and another MILF had hatched a plan to seduce me-sadly that never happened. This provided me with erotic material that would last for years, even now as I write. That’s the extent of my sex-ed which allowed me to see a kaleidoscope of relationship and sexual experiences and created a difficult template to navigate in a “normal” world.

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thanks for sharing that John. I know... most of us didn't get any, or much more 'sex ed' than I did.

What's normal ;?

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To be overly simplistic, a sanctioned Christian lifestyle. That’s why so many Christian’s are

f-ed up. It’s virtually an impossibility for most people 🙏🏻

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I really enjoyed these memories. Thanks for your candor. So many of the details resonate for me.

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Thanks for reading, glad this is ringing your bells Chris!

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Adding some "empty" comment to hype things up just because. 😂

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thanks Jean!

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Another great chapter Bowen.

I really enjoyed the line — “The look in the seventies was long hair and bandanas. In the eighties it was powdered Gatorade and Patagonia pile jackets—just as these days it’s Aeropress coffee and Apple watches” — such a funny and poignant observation.

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