I first learned about the dire consequences of my libido when I was twelve years old and I fell in love with my sister’s stuffed rabbit. His name was Claude, but let me get one thing out in the open about our situation. He was the one who began our romance when he kept staring at my bare legs from the shelf on the wall during the night. At first, our relationship was only a friendship. I told him all my secrets, even the deep dark ones that I never told anyone else, and he told me how lonely he was sitting up there on the shelf all the time. It was tragic really. We were two lost souls looking for something missing in our lives. A few months later, my parents kept wondering why Claude was going bald. My father thought it was moths. My mother thought my sister was giving him haircuts with c
