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Chapter 1ARE WE HAVING SEX NOW OR WHAT?Greta ChristinaWhen I first started having sex with other people, I used to like tocount them. I wanted to keep track of how many there had been.It was a source of some kind of pride, or identity anyway, to know howmany people I’d had sex with in my lifetime. So, in my mind, Len wasnumber one, Chris was number two, that slimy awful little heavy metalbarbiturate addict whose name I can’t remember was number three, Alanwas number four, and so on. It got to the point where, when I’d start hav-ing sex with a new person for the first time, when he first entered my body(I was only having sex with men at the time), what would flash throughmy head wouldn’t be “Oh, baby, baby you feel so good inside me,” or“What the hell am I doing with this creep,” or “This is boring, I wonderwhat’s on TV.” What flashed through my head was “Seven!”Doing this had some interesting results. I’d look for patterns in thenumbers. I had a theory for a while that every fourth lover turned out tobe really great in bed, and would ponder what the cosmic significance ofthe phenomenon might be. Sometimes I’d try to determine what kind ofperson I was by how many people I’d had sex with. At eighteen, I’d hadsex with ten different people. Did that make me normal, repressed, a to-tal slut, a free-spirited bohemian, or what? Not that I compared my num-bers with anyone else’s—I didn’t. It was my own exclusive structure, agame I played in the privacy of my own head.3Reprinted by permission of Jeremy P. Tarcher, a division of Penguin Putnam, Inc., from“Are We Having Sex Now or What?” by Greta Christina, fromThe Erotic Impulse: Honoring theSensual Self,pp. 24–29, edited by David Steinberg. Copyright © 1992, David Steinberg.
Then the numbers started getting a little larger, as numbers tend to do,and keeping track became more difficult. I’d remember that the last onewasseventeenand so this one must beeighteen,and then I’d start havingdoubts about whether I’d been keeping score accurately or not. I’d lieawake at night thinking to myself, well, there was Brad, and there was thatguy on my birthday, and there was David and . . . no, wait, I forgot thatguy I got drunk with at the social my first week at college . . . so that’sseven, eight, nine . . . and by two in the morning I’d finally have it figuredout. But there was always a nagging suspicion that maybe I’d missed some-one, some dreadful tacky little scumball that I was trying to forget abouthaving invited inside my body. And as much as I maybe wanted to forgetabout the sleazy little scumball, I wanted more to get that number right.It kept getting harder, though. I began to question what counted assex and what didn’t. There was that time with Gene, for instance. I waspissed off at my boyfriend, David, for cheating on me. It was a major cri-sis, and Gene and I were friends and he’d been trying to get at me forweeks and I hadn’t exactly been discouraging him. I went to see him that

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Term
Winter
Professor
Adam Sennet
Tags
Human Sexuality, Sexual intercourse, Human sexual behavior, Greta Christina

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