Orgasms with Orgasms
Artwork by Bill Higginson
My name is Carter. I’m eighteen … well, almost eighteen. It’s my birthday in two days, and that brings me to my problem.
My parents have insisted on throwing a party here at home for family and family friends. I’m allowed to bring some of my friends—my folks are pretty cool like that, if in no other way—and after all the olds crash we’re heading out to get legally drunk.
The dilemma I have is they want to tell the story of my life on the night, in front of everybody, all eighteen years and nine months of it.
You see the problem.
All of it.
Horror.
What you’ve got to understand about my parents is they are Gen X, which means they are socially open-minded, modern, hip and able to relate because of their very hipness.
At least, that’s wh
