In retrospect, I didn’t really want to be a slut. What I wanted and needed was a therapist who would consent to fucking me, but I doubted my parents’ insurance would have covered that. I had a lot to figure out for myself and I did that by making poor decisions that summer. If some wise, authoritative adult could simply have explained why I wanted to do these things and then done some with me, I think I would have refrained from most of my sexual misadventures...
Valentine Glass, Between Kay and You: A Bisexual Girl's Cumming-of-Age Confession
misadventures, psychology, sex, sexual, slut, therapist