What is sexy? May as well ask how long a piece of string is. Few things, it seems, are as flexible and myriad as our attitudes towards sex. And yet – from a textual perspective – it seems impossible merely to ‘have’ it. Either sex is sandwiched between a kiss and cut away to breakfast, a fade out or the end of a chapter, or it’s a statement of some kind. The very fact of our seeing sex says something about it – which gender is dominant? How is this different from other sex we have seen? Is it conservative, or radical? Is it a metaphor?