Coming of Age and Capital Ventures

Looking back, I remember thinking about sex as early as age eight. Nothing specific, really. Just some vague thoughts involving pussies and dicks. At nine, I knew I liked sexy things and by the age of eleven or twelve, I was fucking a blow-up doll my  brother and I stumbled over in a bedroom in the west wing of one of the many houses we were raised in – this one, a time-share my father kept in West Virginia – the first time I’d been out of Los Angeles in my entire life. ()