Somewhere around my ninth year of schooling, I found myself at the library during a free period and sitting in a study room full of boys not studying. As is wont to occur at Christian highschools, the conversation rapidly turned from the canteen’s new lunch menu to masturbation.
“It must be so awesome to be a chick,” a certain young man remarked.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Well don’t you all orgasm every time you put in a tampon?”
“Actually, a vagina is a little more complicated than that.”