I remember being 14 and 15, staying at my friend Slade’s house, and being convinced that his family possessed x-ray vision and could (and were) watching me shower. I would always wash with my genitals pointing away from the house and out toward the street, to ensure that my privacy was maintained. I suppose, now, that I blame puberty?
-14 September 2015
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