Chapter One: The Morning After and the Unforeseen Echoes
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with getting drunk for a night, right? A little revelry, a temporary escape from the mundane, a chance to let loose and forget about the pressures of everyday life. It's all just fun, a fleeting moment of indulgence, a release valve for the pent-up anxieties of a demanding existence. But getting drunk, utterly wasted, and losing your virginity in one night? That’s a whole different story, a narrative fraught with potential complications and unforeseen consequences, a dangerous cocktail of vulnerability and impulsivity.
And before anyone says, "So what? You're a guy anyway."—let me stop you right there, preemptively silencing the dismissive murmurs, the casual dismissals that often accompany conversations about male sexuality. That logic, that casual disregard for the complexities of my situation, doesn't work with my Dada. It never has, and it never will.