1990: how MY PASSION SPARKED
My Barbies Were Nudists
I often get asked how I found my passion in my late teens, and the truth is, that's simply when I rediscovered it. For as long as I can remember, I was enamored by the body and romantic love. As a child, this interest was heavily discouraged by the adults in my life (which I now understand), but being left in the dark "for my protection" ultimately led to a pretty shitty intimate life once puberty and autonomy kicked in. At 19, after multiple bad experiences, I found myself at a fork in the road: either the adults in my life were right, and sex and romance were inherently bad, or my instincts were right, but my information was bad. Can you guess which way I turned?