This is more of a “thirteen year old me fucked up” A little backstory; I was born deaf. That can come with it’s own set of problems, and one of them is making “noises”. Now, the only indication to myself that I am making noises is that there’s a vibration deep in my throat. Hum for a minute. Feel that? That’s the only way of knowing that I’m making sounds. Twenty six year old me looks back at this and wants to shrivel up and die. So, there I am, thirteen, just discovering porn and masturbation. I have three sisters, and my parents in my house at the time. I’m sitting in my room looking at a porno magazine. It happens to be September eleventh, 2001. For those who need to be informed, that’s the day of the twin tower attacks. My whole family is sitting around the tv, horrified, and I’m upstairs in my room stroking it. Afterwards, I come downstairs for some water, because for some reason, my throat really hurts! As I come downstairs, I see my whole family staring at me as if I’ve slaughtered a goat. I look to the tv just in time to see a replay of the second plane smashing the tower. My dad signs to me: “you were loud” and it all cums together. I know why my throat is parched, it’s because I’ve been orgasming at the top of my lungs. To top it all off, 9/11 is happening right in front of my eyes. In a desperate attempt to make up for what no doubt sounded like yells of intense pleasure, I sign to my dad: “I love die hard 2”.