This story originally appeared in the December 2017 issue of The Wall St Journal.
The first time I went to the New Jersey State Department of Health to get a birth control shot was at age 24.
The idea was to have sex, but I was terrified of needles, I had an infection and had never had sex.
Then, one night in November, I started to feel like I was in a dream.
After a while, I woke up with my penis sticking out and a tattoo on my right thigh.
I had a fever, I was coughing and I was losing my sense of taste.
But after two hours of fever-induced diarrhea and vomiting, I decided to go back to the doctor.
The doctor said I had contracted a sexually transmitted disease (STD).
I had no symptoms and was discharged from the hospital the next day.
The next day, my mother-in-law sent me a video clip of a woman at a state hospital in Newark who had been sexually assaulted in a facility called the Blue Sky in South Orange County.
That night, the woman came back to me, crying and in a lot of pain.
I could not believe what I saw.
She was covered in scars and the hair was gone.
The scars were a deep, dark red.
The woman, who was in her 30s and black, had had sex with several other men in the facility, she told me.
I was traumatized.
I knew that I had not been safe.
In the following weeks, I kept getting calls from my sister-in‑law.
She told me that my sister was getting an STD, and she wanted me to tell her about her friend.
I did not want to do that, but my sister told me to do it.
I told her I had been told that if I told anyone, they would call the police.
My sister said that would be the worst thing in the world.
She kept telling me that I should be ashamed of myself, but that I would not be ashamed.
She encouraged me to call the Blue Moon women’s shelter and tell them I had tested positive.
My next step was to go to the police station.
I found the police officer who had given me the test, but he told me it would take weeks for the test results to come in.
I called a lawyer, but they would not help me.
Finally, I called the clinic, which has the closest hospital to the Blue Rose.
The clinic was in the building across the street from the Blue Star and the Blue Sun.
The nurse came and said that I was being released on $10,000 bail.
I paid the bail and was taken to the clinic.
I felt relieved, but also sad because I had to leave the state.
The day after I left, I took my test and it came back negative.
I got back to my house and started making plans for the next step.
My first sex-positive friend, a young woman in her 20s, said she had been having sex in an unnamed facility in the New Brunswick area.
I thought it was a joke at first.
But then I saw a photo on her Facebook page of her having sex with a guy at a bar.
She wanted to share the experience.
I wanted to know if I could have sex with her, so I called her.
She said yes, and that she was sexually active and that the guy she was with was very open about it.
The first time we had sex was at a birthday party.
I gave her a ring, which she gave me after I gave my wife the ring.
We took off and had sex on the street.
We went to a strip club and she gave the ring to me.
She asked me to wear the ring and kiss me, and we had intercourse.
Then I left and she was upset, but said she would give it to her mother- in-law and tell her the story.
I promised her I would tell her everything.
My friend was so happy that she told her mother in law about the encounter.
That day, she came to my apartment and said she felt better.
When she came back the next night, she said that she had sex again with a different man in a different city.
She called me and said, “I feel better.
I think I’m sexually active again.”
My sister and I started talking about the incident, but our relationship was not as strong.
I kept telling her to tell me everything.
I also felt embarrassed and guilty.
I couldn’t believe that I could be in a place where I could go to a clinic and have unprotected sex with someone who was so well known to the people there.
The other day, I went online to find out what other people were saying about the Blue Spring women’s facility.
A friend who had sex there told me about the two stories she had read about.
I also heard from a man who