I do know that my interest increased with each passing day. Maybe it was puberty, or an imbalance of hormones or as I've recently come to believe, I ...was a person born genetically different. All I'm really sure of is ... I'm glad it happened.The initial stages of my quest for feminine knowledge took the form of comparing women when they weren't conscious of my appraisal. I scrutinized the manner in which women dressed, how they walked, how they talked, how they motioned and how they carried. " Archie jumped up and grabbed his Coca-Cola and started drinking it. He looked really nervous. Betty felt bad, and stood up."It's okay Archie, I'm sorry to freak out on you like that. Really I am! It's just... well, I've never seen a man's...thing before."Suddenly, Archie whipped around to say something to Betty, but in doing so "accidentally" spilled his coke all down her top and skirt."Oh! Oh no. Oh no Betty, now I've gone and done it. Let me, oh god. Let me help you with that! . I scream out and he covers my mouth with his to muffle the sound. When he feels I am accustomed to his size and girth he starts a slow and steady pace driving me crazy with lust. I hold on for dear life as he increases the pace. His moans and groans take me higher and just when the pleasure gets unbearable, I shatter in his arms like broken glass. When I come back to my senses he's kissing my face asking me if I'm okay. "Hell yes I am," I tell him and he smiles at me as he puts me down. "Next. Here I feel compelled to discuss the subject of Race. Or more specifically, Racism. I want to make it perfectly clear that I do not judge people based on the color of their skin. I confess that I do make a lot of judgments based on that they have tucked away in their shorts. I suppose this makes me an equal-opportunity nymphomaniac. I'd also like to point out that one of the people I have a relationship with – albeit a strange and distant one – is probably blacker than any naturally Black.