manhood

I think my manhood dissapeard today. I saw Les Miserable today. You know, the film with Russel Crow. At the end of the film, I could not help myself. I started to cry. Have I truly lost my manhood? PS: I still love Vicky Vette (and I still got a secret crush on Puma Swede )

My first time was on an unremarkable Sunday afternoon, with a boyfriend I'd had for about a year and a half, just before I turned twenty-five. Although I'd had two other serious boyfriends since high school (neither of whom were virgins, and each of whom I'd been involved with for a couple of...

At 21, I felt ancient. To still be a virgin at my age seemed unusual and undesirable — I was an awkward curiosity, an artifact from the Victorian era. While all my friends were sharing their tales of debauchery between classes, I spent my breaks obsessing about how unattractive I was. I was also...