I Just Don’t Wanna Write or Read About Sex
Although I’ve had a lot of it in my life
I just finished reading an eye popping memoir by Jenifer Lewis called The Mother of Black Hollywood. It was riveting and well written. It had tons of sex in it — not just a little, but a whoooole lot. Damn!
Sexuality was a large part of her life, and her story narrative, so of course she had to include it in her memoir. For instance, she admitted to having a serious sex addiction along with Bipolar and other mental issues during her years starring in Broadway shows.
I’m amazed she got any acting done!
Like most memoirs, there was a redemption at the end of the book. She got into Recovery and is living quite nicely now — thankyaverymuch! She is starring on the TV sitcom black-ish.
So, all is good.
I can understand why it was voted Book of the Year. If you like the memoir genre this is a goodie. Lots of life lessons and takeaways plus it‘s a wild rollercoaster ride of a read.
I believe there is a place for sex in memoir, for sure, but, in my case I don’t think it’s necessary because …well, — my sex life wasn’t ALL…
