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“February at UBC seems most aptly summed up in a single word: temptation. There’s the obvious highkey scouting for a Valentine’s Day date, but there are quite a few subtler allures.”

My sexual awareness began to feel hindered; kissing, holding hands and open affection didn’t happen on my parents’ watch. You’d think that the culture responsible for the Kama Sutra would encourage open, liberal attitudes, but no.

On a quiet summer night, I fucked a stranger who called me Tinkerbell. He was very, very tall and talked in a low, simple manner that made you think he was dumber than he probably was.

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