I grew up in an atmosphere of sexual negativity. My father, at five six and thin as a rail was anything but sexy. Mom wore the pants. She had the higher-paying job, was taller than Dad, wore heels every day of her life and reveled in making him look bad. They may have had sex just once in their lives.As you might imagine, I picked up a lot of bad habits from that environment. Indeed, I was proud of having Mom's forceful p...