Go slow my loveIn this worldAre a thousand handsRubbing your back (as I would do)Palms pressed againstAll your painAnd your heart aching with…
The problem with our muddled discussions about consent is that they conflate spontaneity with sexiness, and explicitness with drudgery. In popular fiction romance is based on instantaneous mutual telepathy in which somehow every move is nonetheless a titillating…