the end was just the beginning
I have murder on my mind. I'm anti-guns, and knives give me the heebie-jeebies ... so I've resorted to chucking lemons out the window at the bloody brush turkeys. It hasn't been terribly effective, because I'm a hopeless shot. When the sun rises I'll have to troop out and retrieve them all. I've had an... Continue Reading →
Way back in 1973, a woman called Nancy Friday wrote a book called My Secret Garden: Women's Sexual Fantasies. It created quite a stir with its revelations about feminine arousal. When I was 13, I found a copy in a bookcase at a relative's house and was ... transfixed ... But this blog post isn't... Continue Reading →
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