An unflinchingly honest account of a descent into sexual addiction and eventual prostitution told by a woman who went to university at the age of thirty-nine, and shed her previous life to embrace the sexual temptations of campus life – a story of liberated need and despairing craving.
I enjoyed this book very much, it is a heartfelt story of a woman in decline….or is it? Maybe she is just, as she admits herself, finding her true self, the one she never recognised. Maybe she really ‘found’ herself in her sexual addiction.
Before Joanne attended the University of York, she was a ‘not-unhappy’ wife and mother to two teenagers. As an insecure mature student, she soon discovers the many and diverse opportunities that university can offer, and realises that the person she thought she was didn’t really exist anymore. Slowly the layers are peeled away to reveal a woman whose compelling need for sexual contact and attention gained her a reputation on campus, a reputation which sucked her into a shadowy world of exploitation and squalor.
This is a story of an addiction, an addiction not just to sex, but to being randomly promiscuous, being available, being…’Anybody’s’
Extract: ‘So how did I go from Mrs Boring-Bland of Scarborough, wife, mother and lady who lunched to what I am today; a barfly who spends her free time sitting in bars with a skirt too short for her age and too many buttons undone to be accidental?’
‘I had become a sex addict. I was (and am) a sex addict, I was known on campus as a sex addict and targeted by some because I was a sex addict. I was burning my life bridge by bridge. And somehow I managed the feat of not caring and despairing all in one. And that’s the point where I always wanted them gone; the point where I wanted to be alone. I knew the tears would come, my tears, my business. My life.’
Another powerful, true account can be found HERE.