“I like sex. It’s fun. It feels good—really good, sometimes. Especially when you’re in the mood and you do it with attractive or interesting people. I’m not ashamed of it.” “You shouldn’t be,” he says, but I can tell that he doesn’t completely get it. That sex, desire, are something he’s still wrapping his head around. “What about feeling closer to someone? Making a connection?” “Maybe. I’m sure sex means different things to different people, and they’re all valid.”
