AT AGE 17, people still called me “pimple beard.” My mouth was filled with braces and while my scoliosis developed better than the doctors expected, I still had a slight hump. The only thing greater than my physical monstrosities was my sex drive. Despite being hobbled by social anxiety disorder—when I got nervous around people I licked my wrists—I was determined to finally get laid.
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