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I’d said he could do so, in the easy-going way we offered hospitality in that city at the end of the Sixties.One night he made a pass at me, which was not what I had in mind.It seemed passion was the thing, and she emphasised her standing as the embodiment of eroticism by starring in the underwhelming film Girl on a Motorcycle, of which the trailer said: “You know the thrill of wrapping your legs around a tornado of pumping pistons”.
What irony that the song that shot her to fame as a 17-year-old in 1964 was As Tears Go By.I remember, even now, the way he curled his upper lip into an intimidating sneer when I told him “no”.And then he asked, with the utmost contempt: “So are you frigid? The idea that I might be seen as a dismal throwback to a puritan era, when here I was in the age of the Pill – which meant women could sleep with as many chaps as asked, without consequence, and with gratitude for having the luck to be participating in the age of sexual permissiveness – was unbearable.Political protest and popular music coalesced in sexual yearning: make love, not war; don’t trust anyone over 30; turn on, tune in, drop out. It was tricky for many of us to work out where we fitted into this new world, and never more so than when it came to sex, which seemed to be a leitmotif running through everything.There was the fear of being seen as “square” if we didn’t embrace every and any sexual opportunity, and of being labelled a “slag” if we did.