My Erotic Manifesto - 30 Years Later

Roll Your Own, Get a Room, Open the Window

I was asked, at the peak of my Susie Sexpert years, to write a “self-help” book for people to rescue/revive/reinvent their sex lives.

My throat closed up. I cringed at the words.

“I want to write a manifesto,” I said, preferring a description that invoked world-changing. And so I wrote Full Exposure.

The Women in Print conference. One attendee tried to rip that shirt off my chest, and not in a fun way! © Honey Lee Cottrell, 1981.

I re-read the book’s final chapter this year, and I have to say, I’m still on the float. I would only change a couple things, courtesy of my elder years. If anything, I’ve grown more defiant.

What is your erotic manifest these days? Here is mine: