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my first real boyfriend

My first real boyfriend–yes, he was a tenor sax player and math whiz.  I always mention those things, easy to start with.  The long essay I wrote about inventing sexual ethics–I describe him briefly, there.  He was a tall white guy with blond hair. But lots of things, I never told anyone.  Who would I

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touch addict

A whiff of laundry detergent in the airbnb bedroom made me think of my ex.  The one who read to me and was abusive.  I felt unsafe and almost dizzy with uncertainty, to smell it. There are many memories I can have, about him.  But my mind went to a memory about youth.  He used

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