Pure: Inside the Evangelical Movement That Shamed a Generation of Young Women and How I Broke Free

by Linda Kay Klein

“So I take a nap. We take a nap. Then we wake up and we start trying it again. And I have no idea what hole or where anything is. We try that and Dmitri tries touching and he doesn’t know. At this point I’ve read about the clitoris in The Act of Marriage. I know it exists, but I have no idea where it is, neither does Dmitri, and so he’s, ‘Does this feel good?’ I have no idea. I’ve never let anything down there try to feel good before. So he keeps trying and I’m like, ‘Is that an orgasm? I don’t know.’ So then he starts trying to stick it in. Again, I have no idea where. He’s trying to direct. We don’t get it in and then he’s like, ‘Well I’m kind of moved all the way here. Can you help me out?’ So I start to do that, and then I’m just, like, left there. Not having done ‘the sex.’ “We don’t figure out sex for four months. We don’t actually get it in. We keep trying. I mean, we’re discouraged, but he does keep trying. Sometimes it hurts. We didn’t get the idea about wetness or lubrication or any of that. I eventually figured out I had to stretch out beforehand, manually. I figured out where the hole was and I would stretch it out manually and then he would go in. It never felt sexy.