Is it okay to write about sex? In my memoir the graphic parts were excised by my publisher with aqua ink. Erica Jong’s daughter says the only people who write about sex today are those no one wants to have sex with. Tina Fey in Bossypants says men in the TV writing world define women as crazy if they keep talking after no one wants to fuck them.
Is this a generational thing? We who grew up repressed sprang out of our panty girdles with no boundaries. Willing to name parts, spell things out, and do group sessions (which I read about but never got invited to) where women take mirrors to look at their vaginas?
Now, that we’re free, if not exactly equal, maybe women no longer need to talk about sex. We can become, as Jong says, reticent instead of raunchy.