How to Have Sex Puts Unflinching Focus On a Frighteningly Familiar Story
One night in my early twenties, I went out drinking with new friends and woke up alone in the hospital. My belongings—a phone and a small purse—were placed in a ziplock bag at the foot of the bed and the clothes on my back were caked in calcified vomit. Hours earlier, I’d been denied entry to a party on a yacht…
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