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The word sex, somehow less palatable than making love. Was it the boys I hung out with beyond the playground, my mother’s sensitive sensibilities, my father’s cheap dime store paperbacks, my brother’s Penthouse, the Catholic Church? Nowhere in my world, a half a century ago, was sex sacred. My girlfriend’s ex screaming, across the parkingContinue reading “Who Taught Me That Sex Was A Dirty Word? – Karen Ann Loeper”