One Saturday afternoon when I was about 10-years-old, I found a DVD when I rummaged through a cousin’s drawer looking for spare change to go buy a treat from the corner store. The cover of said DVD was a collage of voluptuous naked women, some contorted into poses, and others mounted on top of each other. Underneath that DVD, I found a few others with similar covers, this time with men too. I was instantly intrigued. And sure, shocked too, but mostly intrigued. I did not yet quite understand what I had stumbled upon, but I knew that this was clearly something I was not supposed to see- I was rummaging in a drawer that didn’t belong to me so I wasn’t supposed to see anything in there at all, but the strict parental guidance on our DSTV also let me know that I certainly was not supposed to see that much nudity. And if I wasn’t supposed to see it, I had no idea how to begin to ask anyone about it.
On Sex and Bridgerton
