Yes, there was something wrong, but it wasn't with me, and my cyber sex was nothing more than a symptom of something bigger. It was my way of showing that I felt out of control and helpless.
I believe that more reproductive choice trumps the potential risks of synthetic hormones being available over the counter.
I noticed him leaning up against the door jamb as I entered the kitchen. He was tall, wore a white t-shirt and Levis and had his left ear pierced. He told me it was his 29th birthday. After a guessing game of how old I was, I revealed that I was 13.
What price wisdom? Some things I've learned recently, I wish I hadn't. In increasing order of import (maybe not): About Joe Eszterhas That son of...