Vaginal, clitoral or invented. Have many or fake one with enough conviction to be left alone for a while. How many tears shed, how many moans, hallelujahs, frustrations and lies around something, a priori, so simple. Natural as life itself although it does not contribute to generate it. In a memorable episode of Seinfeld, Elaine confesses to Jerry that she faked every orgasm during her relationship. “It wasn’t because of you, it’s that at that time I didn’t have them,” she explains. What follows, of course, is a sample of a man obsessed with his sexual skills (poor battered ego). ‘It costs them less’, ‘we need more time’, ‘it doesn’t always get there’… nonsense. Distractions, guilt, shame, fears and not knowing our pleasure and our body enough, those are the real reasons for wasting time recreating ‘When I Met Harry’ instead of being chained because it was the first time we saw each other, I just came frantic spasms, little deaths that make you feel very alive. Yes, in the plural, orgasms, many, all the ones your body can handle.
