My Excruciating History Of Sexual Awkwardness — And How I’m Overcoming It

Cut to a few months later: I’m dating someone who would soon become my current boyfriend. He’s cute, sweet, hilarious, and is willing to spend nine dollars on a piece of cheesecake for me — he’s got it all. But most importantly, I was able to open up to him. I don’t know why I haven’t been able to talk about this openly (until this essay), considering the filter that was supposed to come with my mouth apparently got left behind in my mom’s uterus. I’m shameless; I’ll tell the person I’m riding the elevator with that I’m uncircumsized. But for some reason, my involuntary celibacy made me ashamed, which is weird for someone who doesn’t even have a lot of shame to begin with. But, as fate or luck or whatever may have it, I have someone in my life who understands me, makes me feel again, and raises me up, JOSH GROBAN. That last part was an homage to Nicki Minaj. But I digress. What I’m trying to say is, like taking a D up my B again, I’m taking baby steps to stop feeling inadequate about my sexual (in)experience and letting it affect my life — in every aspect: social, love, and sex — and just go at my own pace and stop feeling bad about it.

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