When this book was still in its infancy, an American friend and Deleuze scholar insisted that being a Swedish woman writing about sex without addressing the associations between Swedish women and sex would simply be inappropriate. In the light of what this book has ended up as – a kind of defence of the cultural, conceptual and political importance of sexual pleasure – I find this comment rather intriguing. Just as I had no idea that the associations of Sweden with sex were so powerful until I started travelling beyond the Swedish borders, it had not crossed my mind that my interest in delving into the political, cultural and social implications of sexual pleasure might also emerge from a more specific national historical context than that of my own contemporary, academic framework. It seems apt, as an epilogue, to reflect on the book as a whole in relation to this particular context of its writing. I am not Monika or Lena, from Ingmar Bergman's and Vilgot Sjöman's famous films, and I am not really curious yellow or blue either, as Sjöman's film titles go. But how can I tell if my interest in what sex is and what it can do – an interest that certainly is not that uncommon in itself – is somehow shaped by a Swedish historical configuration of sexuality as a relatively naturalised aspect of life?