Different Love
It wasn’t the way I expected it to be, but I don’t regret it. Sometimes things happen for a reason, good things and bad things. Sometimes they just have to happen, both of them, so you can discover who you really are. Getting older is hard. At first you are obsessed with the first kiss, and then you’re obsessed with the first time. But what happens when your friends, all of them the same age as you – 16 – have already had sex and talk insistently about blowjobs, styles, orgasms and stuff? At first you think “Damn it, I’m surrounded by whores!” But soon after that you feel out of place. You have to be there, talking about experiences you had, and for that you have to be experienced. So my next step was …