Photographic proof that I was jaded about men from an early age.
Just in case anyone thought I was making up that sex ed picture book, here’s some photographic proof. Pretty sure this is the root of all my intimacy issues. My mother says she got the book from a library sale and it’s Swedish. Obviously, my memory colored in a few details, but I’m not far off, am I?
I learned about sex from the Swedes, and I was potty-trained by Canadians. God knows what else is wrong with me.