How does a woman of the sexual revolution realize she's a sex addict? Sara Davidson explains.
They're writing songs about it. The tabloids are filled with stories of it: Women Who're Addicted to Love and Sex. The women may be smart, attractive and strong, yet they ignore their judgment, ignore the screaming red flags and attach themselves to unsuitable men because the sex is phenomenal and there's an unconscious belief that this man will fill the emptiness inside.
What is a love and sex addict? Is there really such a thing?
There is, and I know because I've been there and done that.
I was a student at Berkeley in the 60s, an embedded reporter in the sexual revolution, and I wrote about it all in Loose Change, Three Women of the Sixties.(Italics) Back then the concept of a "love and sex addict" did not exist. We thought we were experimenting, freeing ourselves from bourgeois inhibitions like jealousy by allowing men to do as they pleased. Later the phenomenon was called "Women Who Love Too Much," or smart women who make foolish choices. But a love addict?
No way. Not me. I don't smoke and never got hooked on alcohol or drugs. I've had two marriages, (one lasted ten years) I've raised two kids and some of my relationships have been predominantly happy and nourishing.
Yet there's a pattern I've repeated often through the decades. We all have a pattern and mine, I hope, is no more embarrassing than others. Men pursue me and I think they're not right for me, they persist, I give them a chance, we make love, I fall for them and they call in sick. When they leave, the pain is so awful, so excruciating that my chest feels like it's being clamped in cement and it's hard to breathe. I start looking online and everywhere I go for another relationship that will relieve the pain and make everything all right.
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