I was eighteen, about to begin my first year at college. An inheritance from my grandmother had left me pretty well set up for the immediate future. There was money for school, and I’d taken a lovely apartment in Boston with a friend from high school. Her family subsidized her, so we'd have far better accommodations than most first-year students. The only hitch was the apartment wouldn’t be ready until late August. As it...

Two weeks ago, I had sex with two men on the beach - two at the same time. No, It isn't very comfortable to admit that. On the other hand, I wasn't precisely distraught by the experience. Of course, eighteen-year-olds aren't known for nuanced analysis. The only person I spoke with about that adventure was my friend and soon-to-be roommate, Janet. We'd been pals since elementary school and told each other nearly everything...