There are few things that make me feel like a prude, but reading Kitty Ruskin’s memoir, Ten Men: A Year of Casual Sex, on my busy train commute is one of them. Perhaps it’s the bold title, or maybe the fear of someone reading the graphic descriptions of Ruskin’s sexual escapades over my shoulder, but I find myself trying to conceal the cover.
“I’m nervous about the reaction,” Ruskin admits when we meet. “I work in social media, so I can predict the hate that’s going to come my way.”
The book documents the now 30-year-old’s dating life during 2019, when she set out on a year of no-strings-attached casual sex. “I had one goal,” Ruskin writes in it, “to stop being so precious
