It was 2015 and I was at a friend's 16th birthday party — think plastic cups, girls in an assortment of flammable PrettyLittleThing dresses and a palpable ignorance to the effects of alcohol on the body.
My ambition for the night was to “get some”. I didn’t care who or how, I just wanted some…
“I just wasted a condom.” That was the text I received after ditching my holiday hookup when things started to get a little bit… uncomfortable.
A few hours earlier, I’d arrived at my hostel in the south of Brazil. As a solo traveller I was keen to make as many friends as possible, so I…