in class

My sexual human life started was the first time that I did something truly reckless. I decided to go to New York along to see a boy that I fell in love with. Now I wasn't going to stay with him. I wasn't even out to my family, but conveniently my brother happened to go to college in downtown Manhattan, where my first love lived. His name was William. He lived on the upper east side. It would have been easy to see him in theory. When it came time, I guess I didn't stress how important it was because he was so terrified of meeting that he put it off until my last night in town, where he basically crumbled. It was the worst date, and the only date, I had ever been on. [we were going to go to the top of 30 rock, but one direction was going to be performing there the next day and it was shut down because the outside was filled with little girls. so we wandered the streets and he was high as fuck, taking us in circles.] But i successfully came out to my first family member on that visit. That was