“No judgment. Enjoying sex is healthy, and to my knowledge you haven’t left a trail of broken hearts in your wake. Safe, sane, and consensual, right?” I nod, but their words slither under my skin, prickling at something deep inside that I don’t want to give a name to. Mom always wants me to “find a nice girl and settle down.” It’s hard to tell her that I had one once, and that didn’t go quite to plan, so I just grit my teeth, nod and smile, and wither a little inside.
