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It's always good to hear from old friends, but imagine my surprise when a former college roommate asked me via email whether I'd written this: "I Hit Her—And She Liked It." I followed the link to Jezebel, the online women's magazine covering celebrity, sex, and fashion, and there found a grainy image of a woman in rapture and an accompanying article that straddled, among other things, the borders between fiction, memoir, and pornography. At the top was my byline.
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Soon I was fielding emails from other concerned friends who had assumed, understandably, that in order to make rent I'd started moonlighting by writing scarlet letters. Some were okay with the erotica, but concerned about the sadistic bent of the piece, which explores the wonders of what they used to call carnal flogging. The novelist Angela Carter termed the Marquis de Sade a "moral pornographer," and that's what I'll have to call my namesake, who concludes his piece, "Only she can show you where and what to hit. In this setting, your sexual vocabulary expands because of your partner's needs, not your own. You don't need to know the story or unpack the pleasure. Just do as you're told."
After a week of urgent Facebook blasts, I finally convinced my friends that there are two Alex Hoyts, that I have no connection to Jezebel, and that I don't even own a riding crop. But it's hard to fully clear your name. For potential employers, landlords, and mothers-in-law, the clip continues to drift through cyberspace, a search engine away.