Sex After Jesus

A sex life limited by religion and marriage ends, and one of discovering the joys of the ‘sinful’ body begins

Illustration by Lizzy O’Donnell

I bought my first vibrator at thirty-five, off the dusty shelves of a sex toy shop in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. I tried not to be embarrassed. After all, I was a grown-ass woman. The mother of two children. Certifiable sex-haver. Anyone could look at me and see…