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I host this podcast called “Sex Nerd Sandra.” For over 200 episodes, I extract sex tips, techniques & titillating tidbits from unique human beings & experts. Released with Nerdist Podcast Network, my show has been downloaded over 14 million times in less than 5 years and by the looks of the emails, tweets and facebook messages I get, I’d say the sexy little snowflakes listening all over the world are pretty amazing people.I marvel at the human condition and cuddle up to the science that helps explain it. S., I laugh, just absolutely laugh at our mating dance. And although I’m a dictionarily-defined expert on the subject, each of us is the captain of our own sexuality.You can call that my personal psychological problem if you want, but it was strongly reinforced by everything I picked up from my environment: to take one example, the sexual-assault prevention workshops we had to attend regularly as undergrads, with their endless lists of all the forms of human interaction that “might be” sexual harassment or assault, and their refusal, ever, to specify anything that definitely wouldn’t be sexual harassment or assault.
As well it might—for in some sense, there was nothing “wrong” with me.Because of my fears—my fears of being “outed” as a nerdy heterosexual male, and therefore as a potential creep or sex criminal—I had constant suicidal thoughts.As Bertrand Russell wrote of his own adolescence: “I was put off from suicide only by the desire to learn more mathematics.” At one point, I actually begged a psychiatrist to prescribe drugs that would chemically castrate me (I had researched which ones), because a life of mathematical asceticism was the only future that I could imagine for myself.Note that although our names are very similar, I am NOT the same person as Scott Aaronson and he did NOT write this article.Not meant as a criticism of feminism, so much as of a certain way of operationalizing feminism. In my heart, there is a little counter that reads “XXX days without a ten-thousand word rant about feministm.” And I had just broken three digits when they had to go after Scott Aaronson.
(sigh) Here’s the thing: I spent my formative years—basically, from the age of 12 until my mid-20s—feeling not “entitled,” not “privileged,” but terrified.