I was a pre-teen social leper, but I was able to make one friend:
My libido. Some kids had imaginary friends, I had my clitoris. I
once heard in a psychology class that its characteristic of children
with low self esteem to masturbate to excess. This bombshell
revelation explained a lot. My ability to self gratify would provide
me with hours of distraction from being a social leper. And, in the
process, I also discovered that I was something of a creative genius-
that nestled within the sublime loser that was me simmered the soul of a perverse prodigy. I would delight in finding many ways to flex this new muscle. Read the rest of this entry »