At the ages of 6 and 10, my sister and I saw a boner for the very first time. My sister gave her very first handjob that day wearing overalls and sneakers. Don’t you dare tell me she was asking for it. To this day, I avoid interacting with middle-aged men when at all possible. 9 years later, we’re still working through trauma from that day.
My memory was triggered like a tripwire one afternoon on a middle-school playground while my girlfriends gave giggled descriptions of what older girls do on dates. Listening to them with a blank gaze I realized I wasn't exactly a stranger to those acts. The flood gates had opened.
At the ages of 6 and 10, my sister and I saw a boner for the very first time. My sister gave her very first handjob that day wearing overalls and sneakers. Don’t you dare tell me she was asking for it. To this day, I avoid interacting with middle-aged men when at all possible. 9 years later, we’re still working through trauma from that day.
My memory was triggered like a tripwire one afternoon on a middle-school playground while my girlfriends gave giggled descriptions of what older girls do on dates. Listening to them with a blank gaze I realized I wasn't exactly a stranger to those acts. The flood gates had opened.
