I grew up in a small suburb of Vancouver in a modest family of 5. My parents, and my 2 siblings. When I say modest, I mean it in more ways than one. Culturally – my mom immigrated from China for college and stayed, and my Dad was born and bought up on a farm in BC. We were fairly conservative (not politically), but that we were big on traditions and modesty. To this day, at 23, when I am home I can’t even imagine wearing booty shorts. Or crop tops. Or going out for a run in just a sports bra and yoga pants. But the other modest part of my upbringing was financial. My dad was a manager at a clothing store and my mother a school teacher. For a family of 5, that meant that we were solidly in the middle class.
Whenever I try to think how I turned out the way I am – those two reasons come to my mind. My desire for the things I thought were unachievable shaped me – and shaped my sexual cravings too. I moved to New York for undergrad. At this point I was still pretty sexual inexperienced. I didn’t have the promiscuous high school experience that was promised to me by Hollywood. I had one boyfriend for a short while. But the sex I had with him can barely be counted as sex. That, however, changed soon :)