“The clit piercing. Tell me.” He doesn’t look up when I pause. He just waits, watches. “I was eighteen,” I say. “It was my second body piercing, after my navel. It hurt, of course, but not as bad as I thought it would. Once it healed, it helped, I think. With orgasms.” “You couldn’t orgasm before?” “I don’t know. I didn’t have the right … situation … up until that point. But it felt like it gave me control.”
