Warning: Explicit content
I’ve never met a woman who isn’t a liar.
That’s not to say women are innately incapable of truth-telling; we’re just discouraged from doing so.
Find me a woman who hasn’t told her mother-in-law she’s “welcome to drop by any time”, insisted it was “really no big deal” after a friend returned something broken, or told her boss she was fine to work, while doubled over in menstrual agony.
You might be looking a while.
From the time we’re young enough to speak, women are conditioned to put our needs aside to accommodate others.
Whether visually (“Body hair on girls is gross. Shave your legs”, “Smile when I talk to you, baby!”, “Wear something less revealing, you’re distracting the men”) or practically (“You have to take his last name when you get married”, “Be nice to him, he was trying to give you a compliment”, “Don’t eat so much, it’s not ladylike”) the message is clear – our comfort is inconsequential.
Is it any wonder then, the place we fake it most is in the bedroom, where pleasure is unattainable in the absence of comfort?
A 2018 study published in the Journal Of Sexual Medicine found personal comfort rates so low for women when it comes to sex, just half of us tell our partners when we’re in pai