A lesbian woman in NYC is rejected after going on a date with a woman who feels more like a friend, but whom she had sex with even though she didn't really desire it. She reflects on how deceptively large the NYC lesbian community is, feeling as if she's "run out of lesbians." She reflects on her core desire to be wanted, and her focus on the other's pleasure in sex. She remembers being happy to read that lesbians have more orgasms than heterosexual women then upset to read that this is because women are socialized to be more attentive to the other's pleasure than men. She worries that she has never really broken her instinct to satisfy men, and that it affects even sex between her and other women. Her friend recommends she use a college friend, a man, for sex. She has sometimes enjoyed sex with men. However, she resolves to tell him to stop when she stops enjoying it, reflecting on how it's easier with men to follow through than stop because if you follow through you don't have to clean up the emotional damage to their delicate egos afterward. However, she doesn't do as she resolved and follows through even when it feels like a chore and lets him stay the night even though she doesn't want him to, feeling relieved when he's gone. Inexplicably, she invites him over the next day. This time, she stops sex partway through and tells him she's done and he should leave. She feels excited by this. She had worked as a dominatrix in college and reflects on how, in that role, she was still appeasing the desires of men, whereas now she is breaking free of that instinct. The next time he comes over, she tells him to masturbate on the floor then orders him to stop and masturbates herself. After, she reflects on whether he'll never call again or call incessantly, and she doesn't care. She feels satisfied by her not-caring.