MY Pleasure

In my early 20s, I remember giving an inordinate amount of importance to a man’s skill level in bed. He could have glaring personality flaws, he could treat me badly—but if he was a good lover, he’d have me running around in circles for him. I believed my pleasure was dependent on my partner—if I were to have an orgasm during sex, it would be because he gave it to me.

It took me 10 years. TENYEARS. To realise that my pleasure could, in fact,