Despite knowing that my actions the previous day hurt no one, and left me – and my sexual partners – feeling good, the familiar feeling of internalised misogyny began gnawing at me.
All my interactions with them had been respectful, and if I’d had sex with more than one of them, it would likely have been fine considering how open our communication was, but cutting things off with the other two men put my mind at ease.
Things nearly escalated to sex but given we were in public – and the fact that I was already a bit shagged out (literally) from my previous bedroom activities – I decided against it.
Even though I know I did nothing wrong, I would be lying if I said this experience of dealing with internalised misogyny didn’t shape some of my future sexual encounters.
And I’ve been called enough names over the years to know that a woman admitting to shagging two men within 24 hours will irk some people.
