I started to write a post about how happy I am most days––which is true, I'm really happy with where I am now––but it's not what I wanted to write about. These feelings in a friendship I cherish and how they came about are what I want to write about.

I won't be using his name but I will provide a brief description. He's a ginger, he has a skin condition which makes his skin like sandpaper, he's about a month older than me, he is absolutely brilliant, he is a prude (i.e., he does not...

i bought a jockstrap. whoopee. its fine. its nothing crazy exciting

i didn't use a locker room, i didn't see anybody naked, i didn't go skinny dipping.

they're all still on the list, i suppose. i don't know. i really don't care about them as much as i did at the beginning of the summer when i was probably horny and tired at the time of writing


i think those three goals are really just driven by the fact that i never enjoyed sports. i have never...

This is one of my last two summers, and I don't want to feel like I'm going to leave high school without experiences I should have had, but haven't because I don't play sports and I live in a world dominated by prude evangelical Christians, or for whatever reason... So I'm making these goals so they happen.

USE A LOCKER ROOM MORE OFTEN
I honestly feel like I've used a locker room maybe two times and never to it's full experience. I feel like I'm missing out. So I'm making...