I quite enjoyed the majority of this book, I'm torn between a 3 and 4 star rating because I feel that in the end things came apart a bit. This memoir is about sex and also a lot about Edgeman's theatrical training, but at the end we are quickly told that Edgeman has not had sex in 18 months, and has left acting, turn the page and the book ends.

Yes the sexy bits were fun, and mostly empowering, sex and acting were two very big parts of who Edgeman was until her early 30's. It would have been interesting for me to have the author explore the loss/departure from these two things that defined a large part of her earlier life.

I could have lived without the poetry. Fans of Rupi Kaur-like poetry may appreciate it more than I did.

I would also have appreciated this more if Edgeman explored her privilege a bit more. It is clear, to me, that the author identifies as feminist, but I would have liked for her to touch a bit more about the fact that her life is not necessarily one to which all women can aspire. Unspoken is the fact that Edgeman seems to be quite well-off financially which has allowed her to pursue two post-secondary degrees, European travel on multiple occasions and living in New York City. Edgeman also explores the fact that she seems racist in her choice of sexual partners, but does not explore her own race privilege, would a woman of colour 'get away' with having so many sexual partners? Doubtful.

Other than all the little bits that bothered me, I really did enjoy this. Edgeman has a lovely voice, and I'd love to read about what has occurred since the events of this book have passed.

Slightly outside of my reading-comfort-zone, this was delightful and just what I needed during the stay-at-home order. A must read for anyone regardless of self confidence levels. It pushes for self introspection or opens your eyes to understand others.

A woman’s mind is a beautiful yet complex thing. Racing thoughts, often conflicting, seek the best while trying to avoid the worst. This inner-mental competition goes beyond the simplistic left-brain versus right-brain. Oh no, that would be too easy. A woman’s thoughts are like Hitler on one shoulder and Gandhi on the other. One side says, “do it like you don’t give a fuck.” The other side says, “but what would they think about me?” It’s what do ‘I want’ versus ‘what do they want,’ times ten-thousand.
At least that’s my first impression after reading two books from women, about women. The first book is Girl Logic by comedian and entrepreneur Iliza Shlesinger. The second book is Finding F*ck Yes by Clare Marie Edgeman, whose writing describes balancing everything in life, including type 1 diabetes and sexual desires and desirability. I’m pretty sure I’m one of the few dudes that have read either book and probably the only one to read both. So, here are my dudely thoughts on womanhood.

Self-doubt and imposter syndrome especially suck
In showbiz, business, and life, society shoves women into roles they didn’t apply for, simply because of their womanhood or body type. Somewhere there are unwritten rules passed through generations of women that say they should be this way and not that way. Women are obliged to follow a contract they didn’t sign. What if they don’t want to? What if they desire to do something different?
Standing up with independent thought, bucking the trends, takes (in colloquial male talk) a lot of balls. That’s what makes women like Ruth Bader Ginsburg such badasses. Mysterious, unknown society members tell these women that they shouldn’t follow their passion and instead should follow their loins into 1950’s motherhood. Whatever the fuck that means. Sadly, the world misses out on all the fantastic potential of women listening to the voices of the latter. Thank God for the Tina Feys and the Melinda Gates of the world.
Sex isn’t for babies, its for fun
Men can be like sperm lawn sprinklers, continually seeking to ejaculate for the sake of ejaculating. If they can’t spread their seed to women, they’ll yank it into tissue paper or socks. (Seriously, though, who uses a sock?) They’re always finding pleasure. But, who’s to say that women can’t have fun, too?
There’s a lot of stigma on “number of partners” for women as if that nebulous number defines the person. Again, societal pressure weighs down with boulder-like weight on the shoulders of women as they decide to pick up a guy at a bar versus a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. Why not both? Guys like ice cream, too! Just as women like sex as well. Why can’t we all just get along and bang as we want or don’t want?
Putting on makeup sucks
It takes me about 20 minutes to shower, comb my hair, and get dressed for work. I cannot imagine subtracting an additional hour from my sleep for the sole purpose of applying makeup. If I missed out on extra sleep, just to put rouge on my face, people would be calling me worse names than “crazy bitch.” I would deserve those names because I would burn down the world for trying to look pretty, act pretty, and play nice. I could not and would not want to juggle it all. Nope.

An extra inside voice
I’m always impressed by women’s abilities to multitask, multitrack, and multi-conversate. If you need an example, check out the people that take your drive-through order. A woman could take your order, talk to the customer at the window, make change, and still find the best deals for you. Nine times out of ten, it is a guy that says, “one minute please,” as you hear him ask his manager (a female) what button to hit.
That inner voice isn’t necessarily a superpower. It could be, but often it’s not. Most of the time, that voice is full of “what if” double suppurative questions. The voice wants to know what to wear when to show up and what character to play. That inner dialogue has intrinsic power of good, such as not offending people, but often delays the decision. So, fellow guys have some patience when she doesn’t know what to eat.
Most often, we’re similar
Guys and gals are mostly similar. Despite having different body parts, social standards, and the loud, competing voice inside, we are all pretty much alike. We have passions and dreams, needs, and desires. We all have failures and shortcomings, as well as successes and achievements. At the end of it all, we’re all human and we all self-doubt. We need to have compassion for ourselves, as well as our fellow humans. We’re in this together; we need each other.

This the authors memoir of her sex life whilst dealing with being a type 1 diabetic using insulin and how she empowered her sex life it did get repetitive towards the end of the book however but did show how females can be empowered regardless of what limitation their disease can put on them.

I pulled out my ancient iPhone and set it on vibrate before I started this read. And in the interest of full disclosure, learning to participate in life and taking everything way too seriously even then with an ensemble of socks, a shirt and athletic pants I eventually found out that this read tried to hit many wrong notes but it ended up a really hard song!
Hadi Atallah - author of 'Rosemary Bluebell.'

This felt like the author went on a slew of tinder dates for the sole purpose of writing about her sexual escapades.

“We never saw each other again, but we’re friends on Facebook,” is basically the end of every short lived story here. She mentions she was so frustrated by Amy Schumer’s book that she threw it across the room? Well, at least Amy is funny. These stories were neither funny or sexy.

What I did find interesting was her journey navigating life with a chronic illness. For me, that’s where the substance is in this one, but she didn’t dive nearly deep enough.

Extra star for shouting out her mom at the end. Ballsy.

Through well-chosen words, both in verse and prose, Clare Marie Edgeman shares life and experience. I was immediately grasped by the edgy title, and found much to appreciate in this author's mastery of craft.

4.25 stars

"Sometimes in life you have to be a bit bold"

This book really caught me by a surprise like dont just judge the cover and the title. When i started reading this i was having a bad day with so much of anxiety around me. Having said that, i completed reading this book in one sitting! I adored Clare spirits in this book the way she was so empowering as the chapters went by i was shooked. Of course there will be woop woop scenes in this book no doubt!

This is written very honestly and amazing to see how she developed a power to embrace herself and her sexual journey too. i also kinda loved hillary in this book, she was hilarious.
Highly recommend this book if you interested to read more about woman empowerment and sexual journey.

Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for providing this book in exchange for an honest review.

I usually feel weird rating memoirs but this one... d e s e r v e s i t!! 5 stars across the board.

I was feeling quite down about my body image and this book came at the right time, I really needed it.
thanks, Clare

So first off....
Has this book lots of sex? YES
Will you blush in parts? YES
Do you need to read it? FUCK YES

It's very rare I go to read a memoir by choice unless it's recommended by someone I trust. I normally find them a bit conceited and whiney. So I saw this book on Netgalley, gave a quick skim and kept going. Few days later something kept drawing me back so I requested and I am so bloody glad I did!

First of all it completely took me out of a book slump, that I've been in for weeks. Clare's style of writing just flows, it just feels like you're sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and she's giddily filling you in on the fantastically filthy details.

As I said this book obviously has a lot of sex in it but it isn't sex for the sake of it and there is so so much more to this book. Clare beautifully tells her journey through finding body positivity, self acceptance and how she lives her life with her long term illness.

I haven't giggled out loud at a book like I have with this in such a long long time. This book explores Clare's journey of battling her self identity, self confidence and her sexuality. Towards the end it turns out to be less of a battle and into a beautiful discovery of her true self. I only wish every girl had some level of this honesty and confidence about themselves throughout their lives!

It is a total feel good read which can only positively impact anyone who reads it. Clare's wit, unflinching honesty and genuine lust for life had me blown away!

Do yourself a favour and read Finding F*ck Yes by the lovely Clare Marie Edgeman.

Finding Fuck Yes is a memoir about empowerment, celebrating one's own sexuality by exploring it through connection. The author uses her own story of losing her virginity and diving into the world of sex and relationships to explore herself, ultimately. The inspiration behind the title comes from the slut-shaming that's imposed on women who talk shamelessly about their sex lives, especially when that comes without them being in a committed relationship, or have had a multitude of partners. I appreciate Claire's willingness to share her experiences in an effort to de-stigmatize but found the book to fall a bit flat. I didn't find anything that compelling about her stories, beyond the fact that she was telling the in an effort to learn about herself and empower others.

Great book! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
Thanks to the Publisher for giving me the opportunity to read it in advance

I received an ARC of Finding F*ck Yes by Clare Marie Edgeman from NetGalley.

I did start this book under the impression that it was more of a memoir told through poetry as it was categorized as poetry. This book is a sex memoir with a few poems sprinkled in.

“But sometimes it is the quiet, vulnerable moments— the moments when we have to slow down and listen— that change us the most,” (Edgeman). I think these moments throughout Edgemans book were my favorite. These moments where she was telling us about having to sit with herself, her own confusion, and not having any distractions. I learned the most and was most empowered by these moments. So many people are afraid to be alone with themselves. The writing was good and witty. I found myself laughing at times. It was easy to read and I got through the book in two easy sessions.

I do not suffer from diabetes but I suffer from many chronic illnesses that also started in my teen years. Although I have suffered from migraines that controlled my life since I was four years old. I understand the constant worry and fight for control. I am also plus sized so I related there.


The biggest problem I had with the book was that it got repetitive. It was the repeat cycle of sex with a stranger, feeling inadequate, traveling, sex with a stranger, etc. This book focuses on sexual autonomy when it comes to feminism or that is at least what I got out of it.

The book is also about a women trying to find herself and her strength. I feel like her strength is often connected to how attractive men find her.

“The strongly-held belief that my body was undesirable was beginning to unravel as I had more and more sex with more and more men. These men desired my body,” (Edgeman).

I feel it defeats the purpose of feminism to connect ones desirability to how screwable men find you. As the book states it is full of contradictions. That is the one statement that describes this book perfectly.

Overall, the book was interesting, a quick read, and I’m sure empowering for many women. Sexuality is individual and that is the beauty of it.

This book was simply incredible. It has made me feel empowered and ready to live my best life. Seeing her road towards self-love has pushed me in my own path. Reading about her experiences has made me reflect upon my own, that's when I know a book is about to change my life.