Graças ao Arts & Letters, descobri um texto que começa assim: «When I was twelve, my best friend scratched a line in the dirt with a stick and drew three dots along it. This was the female genitalia, he said. There were three openings: one for childbirth, one for urinating, and one for sex. "If you pick the wrong one," he told me, "she'll die instantly." Boys learned the nuances of sexuality from older brothers or the schoolyard medical expert. Girls were warned by their mothers. These armies clashed in the Chevrolets of the nation.»