“But does that mean we experience desire in the same way that men do? My lust tells me we don’t. Mine, I confess, isn’t blind or monumental or animal. It comes with an endless internal monologue—or maybe dialogue, or maybe babel. My desire is always guessing, often second-guessing. Female lust is a powerful force, but it surges in the form of an interrogation, rather than a statement. Not I want this but Do I want this? What exactly do I want? How about now? And now?”

–Claire Dederer

Read this fascinating book review/analysis/writerly self-interrogation about how we represent womens’ sexual experiences beyond titillation and shock.

–reblogged from The Atlantic