Raped and Willing
Every year I have a tradition. On New Year’s Day I completely abstain from sex. This year it is easier than most. I don’t have a boyfriend to explain why, or argue with him about it every day. Or explain why I travel to a random city in April. It’s also not just sex. I refuse to let anything penetrate me. No orgasm, but I edge every night. I spend three straight months driving my body completely insane. For one reason—not religion, not even some detox thing—but today is the first day of April and my plane just touched down. “We have made it to our destination. Please depart the plane in an orderly fashion, and enjoy our beautiful city.” “Oh, I will.” With a smile I walk out of the airport, nothing packed, not …