Brain Aphrodisiac

Before I knew what sex was all about, it was learning and proof I’d learned which ruled my life. I fell in love with academics and being taught. At the end of each year those marks and the pass to the next were a high like no other. I realize now, academics was my aphrodisiac, tailor made to turn my brain into a frantically begging organ over the course of a summer of novels and television. The discipline of structured learning brought me back on an even keel, and now, as an adult, educational television feeds my love.