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I’m a married woman with about as healthy of a sex life as you can have. We thought it would be fun to see what was in there. Just disembodied body parts and pornsick contraptions. Makes me so sad and depressed that men, who most women are attracted to, hate us so fucking much and their entire sexuality is predicated on that hatred. What a miserable timeline.

I’m a married woman with about as healthy of a sex life as you can have. We thought it would be fun to see what was in there. Just disembodied body parts and pornsick contraptions. Makes me so sad and depressed that men, who most women are attracted to, hate us so fucking much and their entire sexuality is predicated on that hatred. What a miserable timeline.

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The first and last time I went to one, went with a female friend, both early 20s. Seedier edge of the upscale part of town. Went in, and it was both gross and underwhelming. The smirking dude at the counter pointed us to the door next door to knock on, said they had more, like it was a back room. We were young and naive and dumb and did it, and a prostituted woman with a black eye and a split lip opened the door and shooed us away quickly. She seemed terrified. At the time, we thought that guy had just played a profoundly nasty joke on us, and she was afraid of being seen by her pimp talking to people who clearly weren't clients. In retrospect, I wonder if he wasn't 'fishing' for a trafficker and she was scared on our behalf; if she didn't save us from that by getting us to leave before her traffickers saw us and got us inside. Think of her a lot. I hope she escaped. I hope she's got some kind of chance of living the kind of life that would bring her some happiness. I hope she's alive. The odds aren't good on any of those things.