Why would I, a straight man, review a collection of essays about women's sex lives, and more importantly, why would I choose to do so on my honeymoon? Either I'm a caring husband searching for insight into pleasing my new wife, or I'm a calculating bastard researching ways to maneuver through discreet affairs. Whatever the case, I started Behind the Bedroom Door, expecting a series of romantic comedy plot lines: a torrent of quirky yet troubled sexual encounters redeemed by a meaningful relationship still in its honeymoon phase. After all, who'd write an essay about their lukewarm sex life when their current partner was sure to read it (coincidentally my marital sex life is like the opening night of a Cirque Du Soleil performance).
This article appears in Aug 5-11, 2009.