It comes spilling out of my mouth before my logical brain can stop it, before I can talk myself down with imagined scenarios of rejection or (horror of horrors) disgust.
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It comes spilling out of my mouth before my logical brain can stop it, before I can talk myself down with imagined scenarios of rejection or (horror of horrors) disgust.
Read MoreWhen it comes to awkward moments – my life is somewhat an embarrassment of riches.
Read MoreIt had been 22 months of celibacy, 5 months of therapy, and 11 months of taking antidepressants. I was ready to get back on the proverbial horse, and ride off into the sexually satisfied sunset.
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