There was a time when sex with more than one partner at a time was considered a nasty cesSTDpool of sticky, patchouli-scented nonsense. Or something girls did with their coke dealers when they were low on cash. Regardless, group sex was not typically thought of as something that intelligent, educated, well-adjusted women of the world willingly did because, ya know, they just wanted to. Obviously, this kind of blatant, judgmental retro-sexualism is tired and sad now. I'm of the belief that we should pack up all antiquated sexual hang-ups, put them in a box with any leftover Adam Sandler DVDs we haven't destroyed yet, leave them in 2012 for the Mayans, and head into the next Age with heads held high and vaginas unfettered by shame.
If you're like me, one of your first steps outside the traditional sex realm - either in practice or fantasy - is threesomes! Yay! Threesomes are so magical based on the fact that they're simultaneously in a completely different league than one-on-one sex (all those extra body parts are a real game-changer), and they're reasonably attainable for entirely mortal, non-porn stars like you and me. Well, maybe you're a porn star. But I'm not. And I've had threesomes, each of which turned out shockingly well - they were exciting, enlightening, drunk, blurry, electrifying… everything you could want from your first (and maybe only) foray into group sex. And I somehow kept my emotions, self-respect, and friendships fully intact. I know. I'm a goddamn hero among women. Allow me to drop some wisdom on you.