Here’s a question I love: “Are you now or have you ever been sexually active?” I’ve had the opportunity to answer that question a whopping four times in intake interviews over the past few weeks and it really never gets old.
I actually hated that question when I was sexually active because I thought the nurse secretly thought I was a whore (Hi, repressed sexual issues! Nice to see you again!) but now that I’m not sexually active, I hate the question even more. Of course I realize that the nurse asks this question 800 times a day and he does not have, nor does he wish to form, an opinion on my sexual desirability but I still can’t help but feel a little defensive.
“Why do you need to know how long it’s been? LONG ENOUGH OK STOP JUDGING ME.”
I filled out an intake form today that wanted to know how often I had sex, how recently, with what genders, and in what positions. I was like, “Is this for my health or are you looking for new ideas?”
“I understand that some of the questions may be difficult to answer, you can just skip those.”
“STOP JUDGING ME.”
In other news, I am falling pit-patteringly in love with this city. Madison was easier to love in some ways– there was a sense there that the city could love you back but you can never quite wrap your arms around New York. I saw a guy the other day wearing a t-shirt that said “I Own This City.” But he doesn’t, of course. You can steal a kiss now and then, if you’re lucky, but she’ll never really be yours.