““Oh, I ran home straight after class and took another shower just to get rid of the locker room stink. Then I put on two pair of jockey shorts and walked around the house hating myself because this lonely kid touched me. I lay awake some nights worrying, thinking God must hate me and something horrible is wrong with me. Maybe Arthur's right. Maybe I'm abnormal. But I do know one thing. It's normal to want to be held. And sometimes, skin is just skin, no matter who's wearing it. It feels good next to itself for a reason.””
