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She says that the reason many men approach her is because sex with a black woman is seen as something new — unlike men in places like London or New York. You do not see us for what or who we are. You see nothing more than a physical aspect of us. You see a carnel desire and someone with whom you want to explore your insatiable black girl fetish. Because when you sexualise us you are damaging our spirit.

Several hundred women emerge from their bedrooms, stumbling into the street. Eager-eyed, they stand on tip-toes and sharpen their elbows to get a better look. Somewhere through the knot of angles and limbs an elderly woman in a mustard-coloured saree can be seen — can be heard — swearing, as she drags a man almost twice her size down a concrete alleyway by the torn collar of his t-shirt. Behind the pair follow three teenage girls in Western pyjamas and skinny jeans, hissing and jeering and waggling nails filed to a point. The man turns a freshly scratched cheek to spit at their feet — and a chorus of silver bangles jingle in unison as the 16 year olds' friends pull them back by their waistbands and they rain tight-knuckled blows against a wall of air. The girls aren't playing by the rules. They're supposed to be sitting on upturned laundry buckets outside one of the eight official entryways to the brothel, faces bleached white with Gopinath's 'panc—cake' powder.

This week's Love, Actually interview, exploring the reality of women's sex lives, is with Kelly a pseudonym , who's been married for 7 years to a man 15 years older than her. They have three children under age five, and she's having an affair with an ex-boyfriend. I'm 30, and my husband is 15 years older than me.

I don't remember the exact day Colin not his real name became part of my life. A fleetingly glimpsed neighbour I'd sometimes nod to, I knew he was a long-distance truck driver and I think he knew who I was. When our paths crossed, he would seldom meet my gaze.