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I had to admit, there was something darkly funny about the suggestion that my sexuality had been shaped by an illusion.
It seemed a vibrant human sexuality textbook next to lackluster sex-ed classes featuring black-and-white anatomy diagrams and condoms rolled on to bananas.
It felt to me like cathartic drama.
They can symbolically process hopes and fears, pleasure and trauma, like only the richest of dreams.
The teacher wanted to know: just how much money would these teenagers have to be paid for these gross-out tasks before they were willing to compete? When I started actually having sex, porn became my aspirational guide to seductive moans and technique.