Free Glitter. Real Stories About Sexual Desire From Real Women by Mona Darling, Lauren Fleming, Lynn Lacroix, Tizz Wall, Penny Barber, Hopper James, Elis Bradshaw, Delilah Night, Kate Anon, Nina Potts Page B

into trying to have a child, we were seeing doctors, so the only thing that would have resulted in a baby was insemination or IVF. With that fact in mind, my husband began to decline the invitation more and more.
    Even my masturbatory habits became an issue. I'd have to hide it from him, and he'd shame me for wanting it. When we did try to have sex, things didn't work as they should, and he'd shut down from embarrassment. I would then resent him for not trying to please me, or not working harder to find a solution. No amount of Viagra can help when it's hormonal and psychological.
    After almost two years of little to no sexual contact from my husband, I met a man. I did not want to be the clichéd adulteress, but I found myself quickly going down that road. No one had touched me, really touched me, in so long. I hadn't felt wanted in years. Here was someone who wanted me, who desired me, who wanted me to feel pleasure. I was not strong enough to resist, and with many justifications, I didn't want to.
    As I started chemo, and wondered how much life I had left, I determined I wouldn't spend it frustrated and pining for what could have been. I carried on relationships for months with a couple of men. Men who were also in marriages like mine, which made me feel safer, made me feel better.
    I don't make excuses for what I did. I know I was wrong. However, I won't continue to condemn myself for it. I truly believe it's one of the reasons I survived a time in my life that was pretty unbearable. As I finished cancer treatment and closed the door on having children, my husband knew I was unhappy and wanted a divorce. He attempted to initiate sex, the first time in more than three years, because he thought that would fix it. As if one act, after years of sexual neglect, could solve the problem. That's when I knew it was time to leave. That's when I knew that sex was important to me, important enough to make me stand up and say, “I deserve better.”
    I deserve love, passion and a good sex life. I think things may have been accelerated by our medical issues. Without them, it may have taken years for me to realize that we were completely incompatible sexually. I resolved to never make that mistake in a relationship again.
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
    I’m a Jane
    Jane Johnson
    Jane is a stay at home mom. She used to teach middle school math a long time ago but has since forgotten the quadratic equation after hearing “Elmo's Song” one too many times.
     
     
    Society dictates that no ‘good’ girl would want to fuck a John. When I found out that my boyfriend’s sexual past included call girls, I wasn’t shocked, I was curious. I’ve never seen prostitution or any other kind of sex work as an inherently bad thing in and of itself. In college and grad school, I was often regretful that a fat girl would never get work as an exotic dancer. Had I known then that there was a market for my body type, I would’ve been turning tricks in hotels instead of checking guests into them.
    Maybe I’d see n Best Little Whorehouse in Texa s a few too many times, but I’ve always been troubled by narrative of the exploited prostitute as the definitive, or only, narrative. It is paternalistic to think that every woman involved in prostitution is a passive victim. It is patronizing to assume that no one would ever choose to be a prostitute, or that it could be a career that didn’t involve exploitation.
    I’m not completely naïve. I know that sex work has a lot of potential for abuse. In part, this can be caused by exploitation of the women involved. However, the police are also accountable in part-while both prostitution and solicitation are illegal, prostitutes are more frequently targeted in sting operations. Rape, theft and abuse go unreported. The public gleefully slut shames a sex worker. In articles about ‘prostitution rings’, the women are named, but not their patrons. A former sex worker could go on to win a Nobel Prize