When I graduated from college, 11 years ago, I’d never experienced an orgasm, my boyfriend at the time had never gone down on me, and I thought that “feminist” was a dirty word you called a woman who didn’t let men pay for dates.
As the saying goes, “We don’t know what we don’t know.” We didn’t discuss sex in my family. The only type of relationships I thought existed were hetero ones, and the only depictions of sex I saw were on “90210,” where Brenda was satisfied with three Dylan thrusts.
Representation matters It wasn’t until after college, when I was broke, living in a new city, and taking a community class on gender and sexuality with 13 strangers that I finally figured out why representation matters and what these feminists knew