Men are people too: How erroneous expectations complicated my wedding night...and why that was really okay

I was 15 or 16 when I realized that sexuality didn’t make sense.  I was getting ready for school, and had chosen a new spaghetti-strap camisole.  I had a bra on underneath, and was proud that I had managed to hide the straps, since I had tried to wear this top a couple of weeks prior, and had been told by my mother that I couldn’t, because “if boys could see my bra straps, they would think about sex.”  So I hurried out, with the straps dutifully pinned out of sight, only to be stopped by the front door.  

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