I Believe… [Learning About Sex]

...that most teenage boys learn about sex from porn and most teenage girls learn about it from trauma and somewhere in between is a guidance counselor with a pamphlet and a panic disorder.

...that the first person to send you nudes will own part of your soul, rent-free, for at least five years or until you switch phones—whichever comes first.

...that relationships in the digital age are a Kafkaesque three-legged race through quicksand—mutually assured emotional destruction negotiated by people too exhausted to be alone but too medicated to feel anything past episode three of a Netflix series they don’t even like.

...that if Orwell had a Twitter account, he’d delete it after six minutes, take mescaline, and flee into the forest to live with the raccoons. Because whatever we’ve built here, this pixelated circus of curated lives and algorithmic mood swings, is not freedom, not connection, not joy. It’s an endless loop of emotional masturbation inside a surveillance panopticon where the only thing real is the hole you’re digging with your own content.

...that if you can’t decipher the difference between a racist comment and a comment that involves race, the difference between bigotry and a statement recognizing the truth of some stereotypes, you’re too fargone down the rabbit hole of ideological indoctrination to be helped. If you keep smelling shit, it may be because your head is up your ass.