There’s a campground that sits right in the center of the tri-state intersection between New York, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey that’s home to one of the most peaceful rivers I’ve ever experienced. It was there, lazily floating in a raft with Beth* — my friend with benefits verging on girlfriend — and her two friends, that I finally felt comfortable enough with my body to bare my skin, with just a little bit of encouragement. “Take off your shirt, Kassie,” Beth said. “There’s no one...READ FULL ARTICLE »
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