I had never heard of Barbara Newhall Follett until I read this article by Daniel Mills in the LA Review of Books but now I can’t stop thinking about her.
“What does it feel like to kiss romantically, to want to go to bed with a man?” I tried to answer the best way I could. I know it wasn’t enough. It probably could never be enough. Her question, though, was a gift. Nadia got me to step outside of my comfort zone and dig deep, to look with new eyes at love — and how to try to explain how an orgasm felt to a woman who had never had one.
These past two weeks, I’ve been moving through places that I have thought of as home, steeping myself in the memories each one contains. The journey left me wondering if I even know what home truly is. The answer was no clearer when I got off the plane in San Diego on Monday night. Instead, it felt like washing up onto a foreign shore.