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.
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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: