“And did the topic of female masturbation ever come up, in those conversations with your friends?”
I was talking to an 82-year-old man, a friend of a friend, whom I’d emailed to ask if he’d meet me to talk about porn. As I spoke, I observed how smoothly the words left my lips. I didn’t even blush. “Wow,” I thought, “you’ve changed.”
How did I end up in the living room of an octogenarian, talking about the clitoris and the Kama Sutra? Let me begin a little farther back.
Late one night in 2020 I got a text message from a man who shouldn’t, at least from my perspective, have been attempting to initiate sexual contact with me. The message read, “I’m watching porn.”