How is Betty Dodson, the Queen of Female Masturbation, Dying? Not Quietly.
The queen of coming is going. At the end of July, Betty Dodson was admitted to hospital following complications around failing organs. She is currently in the Riverside Premier Rehabilitation and Healing Center in Manhattan with around two to three weeks to live, according to her doctors. And yet she has chosen to die as she lived: outrageously.
This Sunday I attended one of her solo sex classes with a difference. At 4 p.m. Eastern time, 55 women from around the world checked in for a Zoom circle jerk in honor of the self-styled “rowdy cowgirl” from Wichita, Kansas. Visuals were a shadowy checkerboard of knees splayed, breasts old and young, vibrators and vulvas, hips pressing down into pillows.
During the warming up session, a twentysomething woman in Iceland told us that she was going to be using her special onyx dildo for this special occasion and an American in her fifties admitted she was feeling a little intimidated. This was mainly because, “I’m my car in a parking lot. I don’t want to get arrested, but I had to be here today.”