It was back in 2001 when I had sex for the first time. A girl in my high school, named Nicole, committed to make a man out of me. While mother and grandmother were ferociously attempting to preserve my innocence, and to groom me into the Pentecostal church, I saw bewilderment in the darkness of goth, punk, metal culture. The hair, makeup, and self-inflicted piercings, pocket-knife mutilations, and music and theater obsessions were more meaningful to me than a dusty bible and vintage pews. They resembled the part of my existence which screamed, "I am sex deprived, uneducated, and too curious to stay frigid!"