Today I wrote a story about my sexual initiation. I forwarded my story to my friends, we discussed, they wrote down theirs. Turns out one of my loved ones did the deed over half an ecstasy pill on Staten Island. Another's first time was with a boyfriend so unmemorable that she couldn't remember identifying characteristics. Apparently they had a hard time getting it in.
Is there a moment in life that is as important, yet less talked-about than the dismissal of one's virginity? Hardly. So few things equaled the cheap thrill I got from handing over my own story to local author turned filmmaker Laura Goode to publish on her film's new fundraising website. Read more »