11.4.15 | Hanif Abdurraqib
A letter to my younger self.
Sex ed needs a refresh. If you could write a letter to your teenage self explaining what you wish you had known about sex back then, what would you say?
Though it may not seem like it, there will be a time, far from now. A time when, despite not having grown an inch in years, and despite maintaining a strong fascination with eighties pop music and its accompanying fashion statements, someone will want to have sex with you. Someone will want to be on the receiving end of all of the misinformation you gather from years of sex “education” classes, and the discovery of the internet.
Right now, I know you know loss only as something severe and deeply fracturing. In summer, you went to sleep with a mother, and woke up to a cold and empty space, a funeral being planned in the living room. In coming years, you will know loss in much more trivial ways. You will lose keys, money, two cellphones in one weekend, and countless soccer games. You will grieve the loss of things that won’t return. You will lose things so celebrated that you won’t mourn them.