MAÏA’S SEX FICTION
What do sex toys mean? What can a pillow tell us about our antics? How to write a politically irreproachable porn film? Because some questions do not (yet!) have an answer, the wisest course is certainly to invent them. This summer, the columnist of “La Matinale” Maïa Mazaurette approaches sex from its fictional side.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Maison Cl/Ose, the first brothel dedicated to women, founded in 2025. Gentlemen, our apologies: for once, you will stay at the door. Don’t worry: women have been outside your clubs for centuries, and sometimes even today – frankly, there are no dead men. We get used to being left out.
Ladies, please come in. This space is yours. Maison Cl/Ose aims to embody, host and satisfy all your erotic desires. The guards at the entrance can of course be consumed, as well as the ephebe who takes care of the cloakroom (his name is Amine).
Once past the vestibule, you will reach the bar, to relax or meet up with friends. Let me warn you that the cocktails are dreadfully loaded. Don’t miss our Screaming Orgasm – and, for once, no one will invite you to moderation! At Maison Cl/Ose, you can abuse it. The entire management team is female, so we are well placed to know how intimately internalized sexual repression is: most of our clients have never taken real permission with their pleasure. They often need help to disinhibit themselves.
Perhaps, moreover, you are unaware of what you want. This is the most common case. Women rarely have the opportunity to wonder what “their” ideal sexuality would look like. The weight of what they should want takes up too much space. What remains of their own desire, after having undergone the influence of thousands of images, speeches and codes of love, produced by and for men? It is impossible to answer this question.
Here, no one will judge you
What is certain, on the other hand, is that what remains of female desire is seen, more often than not, abandoned in favor of the desire of their partners. That’s why your lovers, husbands, boyfriends, boyfriends are not allowed to set foot in this space.
All the men you see are professionals, having signed a confidentiality agreement. You understand, of course, what that means: no one here will judge you, no one will look askance at you the next morning. Here, no one is the father of your children. You have nothing to lose – a world without consequences. Dizzying, isn’t it?
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