Letter O for Orgasms

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If I ever sent in a postcard to PostSecret it would be this:

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For me, this reality isn’t even a secret, but since (shhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . ) female masturbation was taboo in 1932, I like to think of this woman (never mind that she is a mannequin) sending in a postcard. She’s frustrated and annoyed with her lover. She longs for orgasms that aren’t accompanied by tears. She wishes that he would let her climax without interrupting her and making it awkward. She resents his needs. When she’s alone, her orgasms are beautiful because she is imagining herself with another woman.

When I was in love for the first time, I was in college. I gave my boyfriend a notecard with this photograph (minus the message I’ve added here) on the front. I don’t remember what I wrote inside the card.

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