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Unlearning Sex

It’s my freshman year of college around 4am. I’m sitting on the concrete floor of my dorm room in a drunken haze devouring pizza with someone I met at a Halloween party, Andrew. I dressed as a sexy nerd. He dressed as a giant banana. My “sexy” costume consisted of two push-up bras, jean shorts four sizes too small, orange goo (tanner) on my face, thick eyeliner, and poisoning myself with cheap vodka. Andrew interrupts my pizza love-making. He grabs…