It was basically all a misunderstanding between my clitoris and I. It’s kind of hilarious, really, in a sad sort of way. For years, I couldn’t manage an orgasm using my hands. When I first started having orgasms, it was via a showerhead. Yes, a showerhead. As in, those telephone-style hand-held things that you unhook from the bracket on the shower wall and set to high-speed jet/massage mode. And then move it between your legs and point it at your clitoris. I’d have to squat down close to the bathtub floor, because my legs would shake and thrash and threaten to undermine me if I kept standing.