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but angry that I resisted her version of events. I felt

she insisted that I loved the whole experience. She said that

but most of it was boring -- if not distasteful. When I tried to talk to my

but she was wrong that I was a repressed bisexual. Her campaign

she turned out to be right that the problem was

he insisted that if I'd just fuck him I'd be

it was hard to extrapolate a Unified Orgasm Theory from these tales.

it almost never went well. The best-case scenario was a

and ripped myself apart over the idea that I was a ""frigid bitch

my apparent inability to orgasm became the most toxic

which didn't send me over the moon (though it was fun). From this

I didn't understand how far I wanted to go.

I liked it -- I liked it a lot -- but it

to value it. But this marvelous curriculum did not

thank goodness. I went through a Unitarian Universalist

to take control of it. I thought I had no problem

I'd lie around my twin bed and dream about kisses;

like in the middle of some inconvenient class

but I stopped. I blockaded my thoughts of

my anxiety peaked. I'd been producing secret sadomasochistic art