“Back in May of 2004, I was in 5th grade. 

This was also the year of the cicada invasion in the D.C. area. I would normally walk home from elementary school, and along the sidewalk there were cicadas everywhere! With the cicadas everywhere, the only logical conclusion was that I should step on them! Made sense to my 5th grade brain. So I stepped on them in full force. I left a devastated path that Hurricane Katrina would be proud of. But I remember stepping on two that were stuck together. Years later I realized I had stepped on two cicadas getting the dirty on and making sweet, sweet lovin’.”

“It started out as any normal party – boys, girls and alcohol.  I met a boy that was in the Navy, which immediately attracted me to him.  We went looking for a room in the apartment that we could fool around in and found a bedroom.

There was already a guy with two girls in there already but we didn’t mind and neither did they.  So we joined them on the bed.

Soon, other people joined until there were 11 people all crammed on one bed fooling around, having sex, switching partners, and enjoying each other’s naked company.”

“Once upon a drunken night Uptown as the bars were closing, I ran (probably stumbled) into a boy from my class. Next thing I know, we are behind a building, or an alley (somewhere dark and secluded) taking turns going down on each other. Then we parted ways and I wound up at Pizans waiting for a ride home. Can’t wait to tell the grandkids!”