She recalled asking female friends about their fantasies, only to be met with denial or shame. "Women thought they were the only ones," she later said. "They believed there was something wrong with them."
As she wrote in the introduction: "The women who wrote these fantasies are not ‘sick.’ They are not ‘perverted.’ They are not ‘frigid’ or ‘nymphomaniacs.’ They are women like your wife, your mother, your sister, your best friend—and yourself." Unsurprisingly, My Secret Garden ignited fierce controversy.
Friday’s central thesis was radical for its time: Instead, she argued, fantasies are a psychological playground—a safe space where the mind can explore power, fear, taboo, and desire without consequence. My Secret Garden By Nancy Friday
For the first time, many women saw their own secret thoughts reflected on a printed page. The shame began to lift. Reading My Secret Garden today, modern audiences will notice certain limitations. The fantasists are overwhelmingly white, heterosexual, and middle-class. Friday’s analysis sometimes veers into pop-Freudian language that feels dated. And her insistence that all fantasies are healthy and apolitical has been challenged by later thinkers who point out that fantasies do not exist in a vacuum—they are shaped by culture, power, and inequality.
As Friday herself wrote in a later edition: "A fantasy is a secret garden. It is the only place where you can be free. No one has the right to enter it, to judge it, to tell you what grows there. And you have the right to keep it secret—or to share it. The choice is yours." More than fifty years after its publication, My Secret Garden remains a radical document—not because its content is shocking by today’s standards, but because its premise still challenges us. In an age of online oversharing, many women still struggle to admit the shape of their own fantasies, especially those that seem politically or personally uncomfortable. She recalled asking female friends about their fantasies,
Yet the book’s historical importance is beyond dispute. Before My Secret Garden , there was virtually no public conversation about women’s erotic imagination. After it, that conversation became impossible to avoid. Nancy Friday went on to write several more books on female and male sexuality, including Forbidden Flowers (1975) and Men in Love (1980). But My Secret Garden remained her most famous work.
Second-wave feminists were divided. Some praised Friday for demystifying female desire and rejecting the male-dominated narrative of what women should want. Others accused her of handing ammunition to the patriarchy—proof, they worried, that women secretly craved submission, rape fantasies, and male dominance. Friday’s central thesis was radical for its time:
At a time when the women’s liberation movement was fighting for legal and economic equality, Friday took on a quieter, more intimate battleground: the female imagination. My Secret Garden wasn’t a clinical study or a political manifesto. It was a collection of anonymous letters—raw, funny, shocking, and tender—in which women confessed their deepest sexual fantasies.
What shocked many readers—and what remains striking today—was the sheer variety. Some fantasies were gentle romantic scenarios. Others were violent, transgressive, or politically incorrect by any era’s standards. Women fantasized about being overpowered, about watching others have sex, about sex with animals, about incestuous encounters (often with guilt attached), and about purely anonymous, emotionless pleasure.
Its influence can be seen in everything from the rise of erotic fiction for women (from Fifty Shades of Grey to the explosion of online fanfiction) to the normalization of discussions about fantasy in sex therapy and popular media. Podcasts, advice columns, and Netflix documentaries about desire all stand on ground that Friday helped clear.