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Confessions of a Serial Writer Part
I
By: Dylan Alexander
I had my first sexual experience when I was 6 years
old. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “Yeah, right!” But it’s true.
To be honest, the singular “experience” should actually be plural “experiences,”
because I can recount 5 distinct partners, and know of 3 others that I
might have had an encounter with. Of course a sexual experience at 6 doesn’t
consist of much. I was still a pre-pubescent creature after all. We’re
talking about some brief kisses, light touches, and tight squeezing all
driven by an insatiable curiosity to know more about our bodies. Especially this curious pleasure-producing appendage, which we adults
call a penis. Even my budding sexual appetites could only go so
far to overcome the limitations of my own biological development.
Despite the inhospitable environment we found ourselves
in, Shane and I developed a pleasantly flirtatious repoire
from across the isle. If memory serves, Shane,
often wore jeans and a slightly worn flannel or dirty t-shirt.
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Polyamory
By: Amanda Reckonwithe
So I said to my boyfriend Joey, “Joey”, I said, “why do you
think it is that so many of our friends don’t understand our relationship?”
Joey looked up from his book. I noticed that it was Heinlein’s
Friday.
“Probably because they’ve been culturally imprinted to believe
that monogamy, even when it’s unsatisfying, is the only proper loving
relationship. Just turn on the radio or TV. The ether is saturated
with memes reinforcing monogamy.”
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