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Daniel, what's a good time? I keep getting a busy signal ...

Dad's Playboy magazines that were in his night table or under the bed were my first exposure to anything sexual. I learned about sex from potboilers novels (i.e. Harold Robbins); the current reading material was always kept on the toilet tank. I was reading those novels by the time I was 7, or at least searching for the parts with the "bad" words. The rest I learned on the street.

My parents never spoke about sex, but I think they thought we (my brother and I) would come to them as they had invited us. I think we both felt more comfortable learning on the streets of the 'burbs, so I don't believe my upbringing had anything to do with my voracious appetite. Supposedly I'm trying to fill a void (so my Christian friends have told me) but I simply enjoy the acts and the intimacy.

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We are always more anxious to be distinguished for a talent which we do not possess, than to be praised for the fifteen which we do possess.
Mark Twain