I figured with the youth. In more than twenty years of violent sexual abuse, there was never a need for neither subjugation nor violence, most women remained friends, and there were somewhere two in a year. There were refusals, two or three. No no, not a question. There were no Venetians. There was no negativity at all. What is the secret? It’s just fucking casual sex. To get to know, to flirt, to talk. Without all this, the physiology of reading remains, and there is no difference with adolescence. No, there is no more trouble.
And by the way, sex with feminists is usually bright and lively, I like them. They say to me, too.
Good luck Nubia.