How Black Women Save Our (Sex) Lives

Beyonce, Beyoncing.

I didn’t know just how pivotal sex therapy would be until my second session.

Unpacking can be brutal. It requires that you hold a scalpel, constantly at the ready to slice yourself down the middle. Shit needs to pour out that’s clogging up the pipes, especially the sexual ones. Much of my sexual life is a blur. My anxious, lizard brain doing me the solid of blocking out a good chunk of memories — not…