This zine is a personal essay that explores my identity at the intersection of my personal life and my role as a sex educator. Laced with a light-heartedness, this short story chronicles my coming out as bisexual and reveals the timeline of my sexual evolution. From over the pants hand jobs to catering to my sensitive clit, you'll read a candid account of how embracing my queerness put my pleasure back in the foreground.

Excerpt from Over the Pants:

I remember the first time I felt the thunder down under. I was 6 years old and at my babysitter, Nancy’s, house. Nancy was in her 70’s, had survived two heart attacks, and still smoked like a chimney (and had the hoarse voice to prove it). My parents found her ad in the local newspaper and, conveniently, she lived right down the road. Nancy didn’t just babysit me, she babysat the whole neighborhood.

There were usually around 15 kids at Nancy’s, and let me just be clear, Nancy was the only caretaker, save a high school helper she *very occasionally* hired. Sometimes Nancy convinced us to do her chores, baiting us with jolly ranchers, until a kid choked on one and Nancy decided no more jolly ranchers for the kiddos.

I was playing in Nancy’s backyard (sandlot?) one day and decided to mount the little tykes activity gym - an atrociously plastic toy that had a slide and various sized holes to climb through. These days it’s advertised as a cute outdoor gym featuring secret passageways, a slide and hideaway. Toddlers will have hours of imaginative fun!

Oh boy, did I have imaginative fun. I managed to climb my way up to the top of that plastic box and mount it like a horse. Just a little back and forth motion and there it was, the thunder down under; the origin story of my humping discovery. Nothing was safe from my clitoral wrath: pillows, stuffed animals, chair arms, rocking horses.

This humping phase eventually evolved into other forms of foreplay as I grew older and entered high school. Over the pants handjobs. Dry humping. Rug-burned knees. I was the queen of foreplay. Pre-penetration days were full of long, drawn-out, horny teenager activities. Foreplay was at the forefront.