![]() ![]() ![]() I had no idea that some of the choices I was making then would create dark memories that continue to rise to the surface of my thoughts, compromising intimate moments and stirring regrets and shame. The little voice of my conscience whispered that I was treading in dangerous waters, but the voices of the world mocked those concerns. Just at the moment when my interest in boys was reaching its peak, the sexual freedom of the day threw open new doors and invited me in. “If it feels good, do it” was the mantra of the day. Ultimately, I was left feeling lonely, ashamed, and used.īy the time I graduated from college, now forty years ago, birth control and abortion had helped to banish the taboos on extramarital sex, falsely promising the opportunity for “power” and “safe” experimentation and indulgence. And for a short time, it sometimes felt like my choices delivered. ![]() I dove into previously forbidden pleasures expecting joy and fulfillment. ![]()
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