'The day I first had sex...'
WORDS BY COURTNEY THOMPSON
inner faux: the foe
The day I first had sex I was on my knees.
The day I first had sex I ate a burrito for dinner.
The day I first had sex I tried to suppress performance anxiety.
The day I first had sex I failed to suppress performance anxiety.
The day I first had sex only my top came off.
The day I first had sex I struggled to hide my own jealousy.
The day I first had sex I had coffee, twice.
The day I first had sex I was wearing a tampon.
The day I first had sex my favourite leather jacket was on the ground.
The day I first had sex my mouth was dry.
The day I first had sex I made my emotional labour available.
The day I first had sex I made my emotional labour exploitable.
The day I first had sex I prioritized their pleasure.
The day I first had sex I was angry for my best friend.
The day I first had sex I was not penetrated.
The day I first had sex I felt like less of a feminist.
The day I first had sex I was wet.
The day I first had sex I didn’t come.
The day I first had sex I started to truly realise my internalised misogyny.
The day I first had sex I started to actively ignore my internalised misogyny.
The day I first had sex I felt proud I didn’t gag.
The day I first had sex I was on my knees.