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He’d insist on summing up our sex in oversimplified bullet points written in biased language, and then I’d be like, “I’d like to have an orgasm, too, Bill,” and he would yell over me.

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I was scared of my privilege, of being drawn into “the biz” by nepotism or lack of effort or whatever simple force had acted on the rest of the men in my family, men I respected and did not want to resent.