No- I am not going to share TMI.
I have been struggling lately with stress, feelings (more later), cringing with the attack on Planned Parenthood and abortion, and dealing with shit I can’t control. I was looking for something to put it into the words I am not experienced enough to write. You know–the Eat Pray Love sort of stuff. The self help section.
I have already read Eat Pray Love.
A long time ago my Mom gave me Erica Jong’s Fanny Hackabout Jones. It is a SEX book. I recommend reading it but be careful. The story goes way beyond bodice ripper trash romance. Its written–very well written–all in first person cockney accent. Its all about sex with a tinge of feminism–I think every woman (and most men) should read it. It pushes boundaries and crosses lines. AND in the end–everyone’s thinking it already.
After reading it, I told my Mom how much I appreciated it. It really made me think about how sex fear (whether its AIDS, other STDs, Abortion, Conservative views) has put us a step back and, in some ways, the 70s were a lot more liberal. Anyway, I said I liked it and so she passed on Erica Jong’s more famous book Fear of Flying.
Fear of Flying, though I am only 2 chapters in, is like EPL expontential. I am not talking about so much the sex/marriage stuff she editorializes on but more of the feelings of being a women/person. That sounds so hokey. Its not. I can’t describe it–she can….with the extra bonus of the ‘zipless fuck.’
As I said–I am only 2 chapters in–but the first 2 are worth it.