my mother and grandmother never taught me about sex.
my first kiss was with a girl in barbados while playing house,
but i had to learn about sex from watching a sex scene in a movie my mother had.
it was “mo better blues” and wesley snipes was fuckin’ cynda williams.
( x see it here )
that scene always turns me on and why i love missionary so much.
how he looked on top of her and how the covers hugged his bawdy in all the right places.
i was so intrigued as to why he was in between her legs grindin’ violently.
as a young struggling gay,
i wished i was her being completely honest.
sex in my household was treated as a “bad thing” or something that didn’t exist for me.
while my other male friends were out here learning to play with the opposite sex,
i was playing with happy meal toys and video games.
i enjoyed being a kid rather than growing up too quickly.
admitted something really disturbing on the lip service podcast.
taught him about sex but the way she taught him about how to tongue kiss…