“No,” I said. “I’ve totally got this. I just have to get back.” I pulled into his driveway, throwing the car in park and shifting to face him. “Thank you, though. For everything.”

He shrugged. “You’re the one who took me to see deadmau5. And then…”

I raised my eyebrows, waiting.

“Let me in.” He leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. My eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh releasing when he pulled away far too soon. “Sure you don’t want to hang for a bit?”

My heart said yes.

My body said hell yes.

My mind?

“I’m sure,” I said. “I would if I didn’t have this thing.”

“No worries,” he said, flashing me a smile that shook my knees. “I’ll catch you later.” He winked and then stepped out of the car.

I watched him walk through his front door, trying to calm my breath. The spark between us was so new and fresh and demanding to be fed. The sensation deliciously coursed through my blood.

Too bad it was short lived. Because as I pulled out of his driveway and started the drive toward my house, I had the sudden, irrational fear that a slew of parents would be outside my home with handmade signs, screaming their hate for my site. For me.

Before I get to the question of the day, I’d like to say something.

Over the weekend, I found out some parents had wandered onto this site—this little corner of the web that was meant solely for you.

Now, I’m not upset that they found it. I’m sad that some of them think I’m…something I’m not. I am one of you. I assumed I’d proven that. I can’t reveal my identity for obvious reasons, but I will say this: to any parents who have found the new code and are reading this…I am no predator.

I’m a student. A teenage girl. One who is tired of hearing about how her friends can’t find answers to questions they need. Tired of being ridiculed at school because we don’t conform to the mold they think we should be in. This is our space. A place to find help. And I’m not going to stop as long as there are questions that need to be answered. I had intended this blog to be solely focused on questions regarding sexual health—the answers they couldn’t find from school or elsewhere—but now…it’s grown into something more. The questions I’m receiving go beyond sex, and I’m here, grateful to be a part of this journey. No one is going to take that from me, not when so many are reaching out for help.

So, without further preaching…

Question of the Day