My life is rated PG-13.
What is your life rated?

My life really isn't that adult. I don't have a crazy lifestyle. Sure, I like women, maybe even sneak a peek at men, but I don't write anything that could make you blush. If I had a separate diary for my sexual exploits, it would be empty. I'd have to write about my sexcapades in my 20's, and I'd rather deny the whole decade. I don't know about you, but I'm ashamed of all the sexual choices I've made in the past. Not the gender, just the individuals. I feel like an idiot for some of the people I've slept with. I'm sure some of you have felt like you've had a layer of scum covering your body after a night of carnal frolicking. Why, why did I end up in those situations? Mostly because I was stupid or that I wanted some human contact. Only a couple of them I've felt powerless, unable to get away. Those don't count as choices. Those were just ugly mishaps that will never get out of my system. I could use a bonk on the head to erase those, to erase all of those ugly sexual memories, those feelings I thought were crushes when really I was alone and hated it, when really I thought that person wanted to make me feel good when really they wanted a time-waster, to rebound from a more important person. Ugh! I feel gross just typing this!