By Cheryl T. Cohen-Greene
For the previous 40 years, Cheryl Cohen Greene has labored as a surrogate companion, supporting consumers to confront, think of, and eventually settle for their sexuality. during this riveting memoir, Cohen Greene stocks a few of her so much relocating circumstances, and in addition unearths her personal sexual coming-of-age. starting with a inflexible Catholic upbringing within the Nineteen Fifties, the place she used to be taught to imagine intercourse and sexual wishes have been unnatural and flawed, Cohen Greene struggled to reconcile her sexual identity.
An Intimate Life deals a candid inspect the non-public lifetime of a surrogate associate, analyzing the cultural and emotional ramifications of pursuing anything most folks don't instantly understand.
The memoir opens with Cohen Greene's paintings with Berkeley-based poet and journalist Mark O'Brien, whose essay "On Seeing A intercourse Surrogate" used to be tailored right into a significant movie titled "The Sessions," which used to be published national in October 2012.
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She rose unsteadily and looked about her, then drank a little water before stumbling off to the spot by the radiator where she liked to sleep. I watched her through the day. Did she always sleep this long? Did her stomach look swollen, or was that just because it was shaved? ) Shouldn’t she be drinking more? I was used to sick people. All through my teens my mother and grandfather took turns trooping in and out of the hospital like the allegorical figures in those clocks you see looming over town squares all over Germany.
I hoped it didn’t read like an ultimatum, but of course that’s what it was. ~~~ Here are some of the places I’ve seen her sleep: On the frayed red modular sofa in the living room, beside the remote control I’d left there the night before. Stirring, she’d knock it to the floor, and the soft thump of its impact would wake her. She wouldn’t be startled. She’d only open her eyes, turn her head to see what the noise was, maybe going so 0738215266-text_Layout 1 8/24/12 10:06 AM Page 49 Another Insane Devotion 49 far as to roll onto her back and let her head loll over the edge of the seat cushion until she saw the control lying on the rug.
She looked offended. “No, not revenge—I wasn’t that kind of kid. ” She saw my incomprehension. “To give the girls. Those girls were always talking about how they wanted Beatle dolls. Everybody wanted them back then; it was the year of Beatle dolls. ’” Her smile had a child’s guilelessness. Just so a child might offer you a bouquet of wildflowers she’d picked from the side 0738215266-text_Layout 1 8/24/12 10:06 AM Page 24 24 P ETER T RACHTENBERG of the road. ” I know I reached for her, meaning to stroke her cheek.