What was it?
A middle-aged friend was dating a man who felt she should not have had much (or any) of a sexual life in her 30 years of single life some of which took place in the free-love 1960s. To her that was a red flag of an unrealistic man as well as one who would never accept her as she was. She wondered if her experiences were different from other women's.
What's a woman to do then?
Call her friends together for an evening of wine and cheese to discuss their sex lives. Eight of us in age from mid twenties to early sixties were game.
The evening was set for my friend's cozy apartment. It was called the Nine Sluts Club.
Each woman wrote the number of partners they had had during their lifetime on a piece of paper. No names. The smallest number was two, and the writer admitted who she was. No one felt that she had to apologize for being happily married.
Other slips had numbers from five to double digits. One had 30+ although I can't remember the exact number.
Not because of the wine, but a sense of sisterhood grew as we told stories of various experiences. Everything from lack of ability to weirdness that where they did not want to participate. "All he wanted was to listen to my fantasies," one woman complained.
Because we all knew each other and had for some time, despite not mentioning names, we could guess whom they were talking about, but maintained secrecy. Others credited some of their partners with excellent experiences.
The women admitted different levels of interest at different times in their lives, usually depending on what else was going on.
Although there have been studies on sexuality from Alfred Kinsey's first published in 1948, this lacked any pretension of scientific research. It represented another phenomena of women sharing information on a part of their lives.
The club did not meet many times, although the women would meet from time to time in various combinations as they had before.
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