Today, an anonymous writer is tackling a topic that’s often treated with hushed voices and major shame: masturbation. And it starts with the most excruciating tale of adolescent embarrassment that I’ve read in a while: “We’d recently moved into a new house. Best of all, it came with a 1980s-style extra-deep, jet-enhanced tub. Naturally, it wasn’t long before I took her for a little spin. I filled the water to the brim, cranked the jets, and contorted my extra-tall frame like a Cirque du Soleil performer to perfectly position myself for maximum water-stream impact. And right before the grand finale, so to speak, my mother walked in.” But she learned a little something from this… other than the importance of locking the door. — Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |