Silicon Valley Sex Therapy
Click, click, click. The sound of black high heels faded as Gloria walked down the hall away from my office. "I haven't been laid in months," she had cried just moments ago, "and I'm losing my mind."
But she didn't have time for my reply. She had budgeted exactly 50 minutes for our session, and now had to rush off to a sales meeting. No, gorgeous, talented, over-scheduled and overwhelmed Gloria probably wouldn't be getting laid for a while longer. In her case the medium really was the message--but ironically, she was too busy to notice. One more casualty of our insane high-tech work ethic, I thought, slowly closing the door.
I'm a sex therapist. I spend most of my time in the private worlds of 25 patients a week. I treat undependable penises and vaginas, desires that trouble partners, orgasms that don't please, and fantasies that frighten. Hour after hour in a comfortable chair listening to uncomfortable people, I sit in a sunlit room bearing witness to the darkest parts of people's lives.
Doing this in Silicon Valley presents a sex therapist with some unusual challenges. For one thing, many people find their work so fascinating that personal relationships simply can't compete.
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