Most of the book I didn't like; it was grittily realistic and in its own way very depressing. It wasn't really the book, it was just...the whole idea of sexual slavery, i guess; the fact that sex could be ritualized and brought forward to that extent. The idea that women could go about wearing clothes that marked them as fuck toys, and nobody would say they were bad, or dirty.
My mother was a strict, traditional Korean mother, my father a very strict Irish Catholic, and sex was a taboo topic in the house. I actually didn't know what a 'period' was for until two years after it started; I hid it from my mother for a whole year before she found out, because I was afraid of her reaction if I spoke about something happening to me 'down there'. She just bought me pads, showed me how to put it in my panties, and said, 'It's normal.' My older sister didn't get her period until she was fourteen, so I couldn't even ask her that; we didn't get along anyway. And nobody else in my class, or anyone I knew, had it. i was ashamed to ask the school nurse, cause that sort of thing i thought was supposed to be told you by your mother, not a stranger. And when they started sex ed courses in school (you might remember that you had to get signed permission slips to take sex ed in those days) and my mother never signed those slips. I spent sex ed in the library doing homework and reading. I didn't have an actual sex ed course until my senior year in high school, when I took the little pink slip Mom refused to sign and forged her name to it (well, I was eighteen, I thought i was old enough to make my own choices by then) and listened to the teacher repeat the stuff I'd already learned from the books I'd read. It was redundant, by that point; but informative, all the same. And it counted as a Physical Education credit, which i needed because i failed gym the first semester.
Okay, I'm rambling. That was too much info. Thanks for listening anyway!