Sex according to Maïa

After all these years writing about sexuality – two decades, believe it or not – one question still haunts me. A question only heterosexual men can answer: Why do you persist in claiming that you are interested in sex when every second of your existence proves the opposite? Try to understand my profound confusion. In the world where I grew up, I was taught a simple rule: Women offer sex to get love, men offer love to get sex. This saying is undeniably depressing. But it does have the merit of establishing a stable paradigm, one in which everyone knows their place.

On top of this, many influential men subscribe to this logic and make their opinions public. I'm thinking, for instance, of writer Michel Houellebecq, author of this poetic gem (among many others of the same kind): "Men only want to get their dick sucked / As many hours in the day as possible / By as many pretty girls as possible. / Apart from that, they are interested in technical problems. / Is that clear enough?"

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