Welcome to yet another incredibly delayed issue of Capital of Nasty. What excuse do I have this week? Oh yes, my Windows95 machine decided to completely die on me.
When it comes to the Act of Love, many, if not most, people are woefully unskilled. Now before you go off on some tirade about how you've had sex a thousand times, with hundreds of lovers.
Back in Catholic high-school we had this things called "Sexual Awareness classes", where we'd be fed propaganda about not having sex and that giving our virginity to someone else after marriage was the only way to go.
I was raised in the Catholic School System. Elementary, and high school. And everything they say about Catholics is true. We make rabbits look chaste, but we deny that we even know sex exists and we all feel very guilty about getting some afterwards.