[xrr rating=4.5/5]
“The Sessions” is a moving film about sex and love… and so is this review. So read it.
Do you remember your first time? You know what I’m talking about, the first time you had sex? Of course you do. It’s a major part of growing up. I remember my first time. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get all graphic on you. I’m not going to make this an R-rated movie review. But I will tell you that it was the summer going into my senior year, and it was the best 15 seconds of my life. (Well, up until that that point anyway.) Now don’t go trying to guess who she was. All I’ll tell you is she was a beautiful young lady, and she was from the Niagra Falls area.
It’s a big “to do” for young boys growing up. When you hit puberty, your hormones start going haywire and all you have is sex on the brain. I was a late bloomer. Up until 14 or 15 I had no clue about the birds and the bees. (Hell, I believed in Santa until the eighth grade!) Growing up in my family, nobody sat me down and told me what was up and where certain things were supposed to go. Nobody told me how babies were made. I learned that the old fashioned way, from the nudie magazines I found at the swamp, from the streets, and from sharing information gathered by myself and my friends. (Mostly incorrect information.) Honestly, I don’t know if any of my friends were ever sat down by their parents and told about sex either. It was a different time back then. Continue reading ‘The Sessions’
