My first time having sex didn’t end with giggles and cuddles. It ended with a blood-soaked bathroom, frantic phone calls, and the cold glare of fluorescent hospital lights. As the sheets turned red, so did my terror. No one had warned me it could be like this. No one had prepared me. No one had even explai… Continues… I lay on that hospital bed feeling like my body had betrayed me, but the truth was harsher: the world had. We’d been given giggles, gossip, and porn as “education,” instead of real conversations about pain, consent, anatomy, and what emergency signs...
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