Are sex-positive books the new feminist literature?
In the past year alone, sex journalist Tracy Clark-Flory released Want Me, busting herself for a decade of orgasm-faking hookups, followed by conversion to the traditional romantic fairy tale, complete with diamond engagement ring. In Girlhood, Melissa Febos proves that its never too soon or too late for a female to claim her own sexual agency. Self-identified adulteress and breast cancer survivor Gina Frangello writes in her memoir Blow Your House Down of wanting more from her life, and from her soon-to-be ex-husband, who sometimes engaged her kinks to appease her, but left her feeling humored and lonely. And Kink, an anthology edited by R.O. Kwon and Garth Greenwell, includes a steamy fictional chapter by Roxane Gay in which a married woman ruminates about her willing wife who wants me to take her somewhere  a place she has no vocabulary for  a place neither of us has been. . . . I can hear it in her cries when were crammed into the antiseptic space of the train bathroom.