By Selwyn Duke
Imagine that you’re a young adolescent boy. Like many your age, you’re shy around girls, perhaps to the point at which even talking to one might make your heart race. You also like sports, so you go out for your school’s wrestling team. Then, lo and behold, you’re at a meet, and something hits you like a load of bricks.
Your opponent is going to be a girl.
You’re going to have to grapple with her. In front of spectators. Touching—and being touched in—intimate places.