Remember your first time?
Everybody’s doing it.
They say it’s natural, it’s fun, they say “relax, just do it!” but all I can think is —
IT’S SO NOT ME.
Is it supposed to be this embarrassing and revealing? Am I supposed to feel this vulnerable and scared? There’s this tingling sensation, but I’m not sure it’s the right time for me. I’m not sure I’m ready.
What if I do it wrong?
What if I seem like a dork?
What if everyone talks about how bad I am at it?
What if I get stuck in the wrong place?
With all this build up and tension and exposure and risk and pressure and comparison and intimacy and doubt and revealing… I mean, c’mon, who can enjoy this?
And what goes where?
It’s like I’m seventeen.
And naked.
And it’s my first time.
I get it. I mean, I get that I have to get it. I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it, but other people have so much more experience getting it than I do, and they’ve already got it.
I’m only doing this for Josh, just so you know.
(I can’t believe my fingers have to go there…)