"I may as well charge for sex."
Reflections on hook-up culture almost a decade on.
When people ask me about my romantic life before my marriage, I often tell them I was a femcel.
Hindsight being what it is, I can say now that that wasn’t not quite true—I wasn’t a femcel. I just didn’t feel wanted.
My premarital dating experience was marked by oscillating feelings of invisibility and disposability; cruel text messages from potbellied …