“I come over here whenever I can knowing that you’re going to fuck me. Giving up on the idea that I would ever make her my girlfriend, that I’d ever treat her as an equal. Sex videos and I guess…”
“Just talk.” I said sternly. ok.” I repeated, my voice more firm, “Given everything I do to you, I don’t mind cuddling with you afterwards. Western culture doesn’t know shit about what is or isn’t good behaviour when it comes to women. She avoided my eye. “Say it.” I ordered eventually. “Ok.” she said in a small, broken voice. I lay down again, carrying her with me. It used to bother me, but when I was away I realised that I don’t need you to say it back. “Well sometimes, but it’s not what I’ve been reading recently.”
“What have you been reading recently, then?” she asked. “Yes.” she said. “And I don’t care what other girls you sleep with… To me, the idea that sex between two consenting adults could be considered shameful in any way was as archaic as the idea that we should be waiting until marriage, or that a woman’s place was at home with the kids while the man has to work.
