You never forget your first time. My first kiss was from a poet in secret, hiding away from his parents. The first time I had tea, I sat on the steps of someone’s home and watched the sunrise. My first time making love as a human was with a woman betrothed to a lord. The first time with a man was a dockworker who smuggled me out of China. And the first time I was shot with a gun was by an American with wavy auburn hair, freckles, and amber eyes.
