Secrets aren’t so bad
We’re too young to feel safe
I don’t deserve all this now
Don’t want to feel I’ve made mistakes

I want to tell you every­thing
I want to tell you every­thing
But if I tell you every­thing
What we can build won’t mean a thing

—Secret’s Aren’t So Bad, Magneta Lane

There’s this thing, this sex­ual thing I like. I mean really like. It’s not exactly deviant, but cer­tainly some­thing that some girls may find gross or unappealing.

Even though it’s such a big deal to me, I never told any of my girl­friends about it. Only one of them liked it, and even she didn’t know how impor­tant it was to me, because it was some­thing she wanted from me.

I know most of my girl­friends would have prob­a­bly indulged me (at least once in a while) if I told them, but I never did. Not because it’s embar­rass­ing, but because I never wanted any of them to feel obliged or pres­sured into doing it. I always think that one day, I’ll tell the right per­son because she’ll ask me what I like, and she’ll do it for me because she loves me. None of them have, yet, maybe because it’s never got­ten bor­ing in the bedroom.

So for now, it remains this lit­tle secret I keep, because secrets aren’t so bad. They can be lit­tle gems that bring peo­ple closer together. So why reveal them all so soon?