"You’ll sleep with pretty much anyone," Jennifer, one of my best friends, tells me. We’re sitting in our living room with a group of people including two men I’ve never met, and somehow my sex life has become the topic of conversation.

It’s a thinly veiled insult that she knows will hit home.

But she’s drunk, and her normally positive attitude has disappeared in favour of the truth: she secretly thinks I’m a slut.

I’ve been getting grief for my sexual appetite for most of my adult life, long before feminist role models ruled that women shouldn’t be judged for getting laid on a regular basis.

At college, over a decade ago, I saw myself as an advocate for women being able to "f**k like men" and I was vocal about it. On one occasion, a friend baked gingerbread cookies with individual messages for all of our classmates; mine read: "I’ll f**k whoever I want, whenever I want to."
And have I ever. I've had some great experiences – an impromptu party, getting freaky with my Australian estate agent on his desk and a night of mind-blowing fun with a football coach who wanted me to put a finger up his bum.

I’ve also done it all over; in a public park while it was raining, in a steaming hot tub, and a particularly memorable shag with my then-boyfriend up against the wall in his office.

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