My Epstein File

When I was about 8-10 I had a friend named Bradley who lived around the corner. He had an older teen brother that had me do the unthinkable to him. They moved within a few weeks and I never saw him again.

But, this is what I thought sex was—head; not the act of having sex. I didn’t learn about the male anatomy until I saw it big and bold at the Smithsonian. (Many years later)

My idea of sex was head and nothing else for the longest time—even when I was in a relationship with Vinny—sex was not sex—it was head and we used condoms (now I wonder why) so I always had a bad taste in my mouth.

I am not a virgin—by the definition of the act I did—but I am a virgin where sex is concerned.

My psychiatrists and Telehealth asked me if I ever worried about getting pregnant—I said QUITE CLEARLY that you had to have sex to get pregnant and since I had never done THAT act—I would know 100% that I wasn’t pregnant…

When I was growing up sex was not talked about. It was one of those issues just not brought up.

My parents didn’t want to talk about it—and recoiled when I brought it up.

I can guess what they’ll say about me writing this.