Because though it takes a while to nail those sex tips worth trying, it takes longer to figure out what’s not okay. Because who fantasizes about ethical sex, about moral principles that govern a group’s behavior? Because instead, at times, I wished he’d hit me so I’d have an ironclad justification to find a curb and kick him to it, to say it. Because there are some things I have to say only to know I don’t mean them. Because I could still get weak-kneed around him. Because I was more afraid to go untouched. Because “Girls are cruelest to themselves,” writes Anne Carson in “The Glass Essay.”
