It’s easy to dismiss Mom’s beliefs about germs, but when it comes to this sexuality stuff, it’s another story. I hate to admit it, but her conviction rattles me. Part of this is due to the fact that my counterauthority, also known as American culture, seems itself divided. Was hooking up with Len stupid or empowering? Did I lose any self-respect in the process? Am I going to get hurt now?
Ahhh that familar liminal space
