We would spend our Saturdays watching the Robin Byrd Show while I sucked him off. I spent teenage weekends at my best friend's apartment on Central Park West. Sometimes, especially if you never see them again. Even if you never see your partner again. Sex is transcendental and beautiful, even if that stranger pushes you away, zips up, and leaves. Even in the most anonymous of hookups there's something magical to be found blowing a stranger in a bathroom can be as intimate and mind-blowing as any sex.
I remind myself daily to remember that each man I make love to is a human being, and that I can love them for a precious few minutes. What matters is the quality of the time we share together, whatever the duration of that time may be. I've had a lot of sex, and for that, I feel lucky. The real number of men I've slept with, as far as I can figure, is somewhere between that and 3,500. I have been having sex for 32 years-32 times 40 makes 1,280.
I've been having sex regularly since I was 16.
I had my first three-way when I was 14, with two neighborhood boys. My husband Alex and I probably fucked 40 guys over the course of our five week honeymoon in Europe. Sleeping with 400 men means sleeping with 40 each year for ten years.
