Kemi has said it so many times she's stopped hearing herself say it.
She is twenty-six, walking home from an apartment that isn't hers, and she is very good at this — good at the mornings after, good at the goodbyes that don't feel like anything, good at the word that makes all of it small enough to carry. Just a hookup. Just having fun. Just two people who happen to like each other's bodies.
But the word has a job to do, and its job is not what she thinks it is.
It's Just Sex follows Kemi across seven years and eighteen encounters, from a first heartbreak she never let herself name to a therapist's office where a single question finally catches up with her: what have you been using sex to avoid? Told in alternating chapters of raw, specific narrative and sharp, unflinching argument — grounded in real psychology, from cognitive dissonance to attachment theory to the neuroscience of intimacy — this is a book that will not let you look away from your own excuses.
It is not a book about whether casual sex is good or bad. It is a book about the exact moment a word stops describing your life and starts editing it.
By the time you finish, you may find yourself doing something Kemi spent years avoiding: telling the truth about what you actually feel.
A novel in essays for anyone who has ever said "it's just" — and meant something else entirely.