I must have been a weird teenager. I was grossed out by s** and horrified that all my friends were having s**, and talking about nothing but s** all the time. Of course, most of them ended up pregnant, with STDs, broken hearts, over-used bodies, and with various emotional scars from being morally shallow little sluts, and I’m a happily married adult with a healthy s** life, and no children because I know how to use birth control.

Seriously, I’m glad I was the weird one. At least I was emotionally mature enough for it the first time I experienced s**.