Kerry Cohen can barely remember all of the odd men she's slept with her list includes "that guy with the dog" and "the one who kept talking during sex as though we were just hanging out". In Loose Girl: A Memoir of Promiscuity, out in June, Cohen recounts her harrowing litany of hookups through clear, poignant, spare-no-details prose. Now a year-old psychotherapist, she tells MC exactly what she was looking for. Q: Why was sex such a powerful addiction for you? A: I felt unloved. I wanted attention to prove I was worth something.
A recovering sex addict took to Reddit for a session of Ask Me Anything to answer any questions that came her way. She is 26 and has been in recovery for more than a year. So I started to see a therapist who told me I was a sex addict I thought she was crazy. The more I researched, read and thought about it, the more I realised that the statement was true. I was constantly preoccupied with sex and sought sexual encounters with coworkers, colleagues, friends, etc.
But then again, I suppose if I had the time and worked in an industrial-type place where noisy machines would mask the buzzing sound coming from the bathroom, then I might give it a go. Men really do have it much easier when it comes to that. I work in a high-stress environment though and no one ever has time for that. I was always under the impression that men were more obsessed with sex than us women. Pencil it in as a treat once a month?
The first time I masturbated I was 12 years old. I was in the bathtub, helpless to a steady stream of warm water cascading down my lady parts, while the most intoxicating buildup brought me to my first orgasm. Nothing in my hush-hush Catholic upbringing and innocent friend circle had prepared me for this earthshaking experience, equal parts pleasure and shame. H2O had stolen my heart. After that, sex was always on my mind.