I liked the idea of reconnecting with my Uber driver, sparking what was sure to be a wondrous romance... Until it got scary.
I’ve had quite a few crazy sexual experiences in my day, but nothing comes close to the time I broke my vagina!
The chat rooms of the 90s were an exciting place where I could secretly become the confident, desirable woman I wished I was.
Standing there, it was unabashed and awkwardly splayed out like an overly confident park flasher. It was an odd, octopus-shaped chair. But what was it for?
My upbringing taught me lots of things I had to unlearn. My response was to shame myself for having very normal human feelings. There had to be another way.