It was a really scary moment, but it also felt super liberating. So just to backtrack a little bit, when I was in college, I had a bit of a reputation that I enjoyed: I was the editor of the college sex magazine, I was planning my thesis on feminist erotica, I didn’t have a ton of casual sex because that wasn’t something I was super interested in, but I did have some.
And what I didn’t expect was the essay had this huge response, first from the erotica community. I don’t think there were campus sex magazines when I was in college. Got to go to Wesleyan, where everyone is extremely weird.
Every new encounter (more or less cheeky) makes me feel overwhelmed with joy. To me, it is now obvious that cheating is part of my life balance.
At night, I come home and I feel like a teenager again, with a blissful smile on my face. I’ve met different people, but that didn’t really lead anywhere at the beginning.
I was a really new erotica author at that point — I hadn’t been published in anything, but I was blogging regularly and I felt like there was this weird disconnect in that conversation, with nobody talking about the fact that people have STDs, too, and that people with STDs have sex.