16. Parents were out, and then maybe 11 seconds after we finished (I finished! He thought he was all that was man. (He was.)) his mom came in. I cried. It was almost a really pleasant virginity loss.

I went to see Milk with a guy I had been friends with for awhile and then began kinda-sorta dating. He seemed nice and smart and had a full beard, which at 17 I for some reason take to be the most obvious sign of emotional maturity. We get into the movie and everything is alright, until there is man-on-man love going…