As a teenager, all David Amsden knew of
sex was “a white flash, a scene from a movie, a mirage.
Sex was Sharon Stone's parted thighs and flaxen smudge of pubic hair, paused on
the television screen. Sex was Demi Moore and Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and
Michael Douglas, Demi Moore stripping on stage. Sex was me superimposing myself
into these scenes while pretending — somewhat pathetically, I know — that these
were the phantom women whom I loved, and who
loved me back.”
That is, until the first time he watched
people actually having sex, the eroticism all the stranger since they were his
close friends, and just a few minutes before he’d been in the bed with them…
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