
This post originally appeared on March 7, 2012. Since I first posted it, I've started co-hosting The Wednesday Nooner podcast, and I feel even more adamant about the subject. No shame. No. Shame. In November of 1996, I began taking oral contraceptives. And in December of that same year, I started having sex. I don’t remember the exact date, but I do know that it was the first of many times. I’d messed around a lot the two and a half years prior. Lots of pushing the envelope as far as it could go without crossing over to sex, and at least a little bit of pushing beyond even that. The only thing that kept me from just going ahead having intercourse was a deathly fear of pregnancy. I was not going to be an unwed mother, so I didn’t have sex. But I was sure as hell … [Read more...]







