Rosario Dawson: Saved By Gas
One time my friend Morgan texted me that she was standing somewhere next to Rosario Dawson, and I think I became instantly excited. In my pants. And she wasn’t even really there.
She’s all over T Mag this week, talking about sex and gas:
My mom told me so much about sex at an early age that she scared me: I didn’t have sex until was 20. I got into trouble at school because one of my friends said, ‘‘Lesbians do it with straws.’’ I said, ‘‘I can tell you how lesbians do it, and there are no straws involved!’’ But I think all that talk of sex put me off. The first time I had it, I think it was in a head-to-toe rubber. I was terrified of getting pregnant. My mom was planning to get an abortion when she was pregnant with me. She was at the clinic waiting for her appointment and she felt me move in her stomach. I always tell her it was probably gas. I thank God for gas.
And how her mom used to lick her (at 2:30):