He said he was straight. Said it again while unzipping his jeans. Said it one more time with my mouth on him — like repeating it might make it true. I didn’t argue. I’ve stopped needing men to know what they are. Because I’ve learned something they haven’

I’ve seen a lot of dicks. Some curved. Some pierced. Some wearing more confidence than coverage. And I can tell you — perfection doesn’t walk around poolside. But liberation does. I showed up to my first clothing-optional resort convinced everyone would look like an underwear model with a trust