Recently I gave a talk about the need for African women to own their sexual narratives. My argument was that they needed to add to the conversation about sex, because often it only seemed to be happening about them and for them – not with them.
The presentation got some good questions, some strange ones, and then there was this gem: “Are you in porn?”
Bar the fact that nothing about me even whispered “small-screen sex siren”, I had, at the beginning of the panel discussion, introduced myself and what I did. The description had made me sound like a 27-year-old version of a soccer mom. I also passed on the information that I was accompanied to the talk by my lovely partner, because I was more nervous than a cow in a steak house.
Read it at the M&G.
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