It’s Saturday, which means it’s time to talk about sex, mistakes, discoveries, and the kind of laughter that escapes your body like a startled goose the moment you admit you’re just winging it.
Going from “sacrificing the flesh” to embracing my gay sex drive creates a LOT of questions.
The first time I had sex again after two decades of divine celibacy :::rolleyes:::, I felt like someone had handed me a body I vaguely recognized but didn’t quite know how to operate. Everything felt familiar and foreign at the same time—like returning to my young adult home only to realize the furniture has been rearranged.
There are a few things I wish someone had told me…
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