The answer is no because I’m working all weekend, I just added it to my upcoming because I thought maybe others might be interested in it. But in all honesty, I’m just an introverted conservative at heart and I’m just too shy. Heck, I feel uncomfortable walking home at night.
The book, which is an analogy of stories from strippers to internet models and phone sex operators, sounds very interesting…
[More randomness after the jump]
People who test my boundaries
I’m now approaching living in San Francisco for a year now and I realize that I’ve met a number of people who push these boundaries: Morgan, Karen, Ed, Ariel, and Cyan, just to name a few. And, as I said before, despite my conservatism, I think it’s really great that they do, it’s what art is. And to use a karenism, it is what is so “esploder” about living in this city.
And it reminded me that I need to add this book to my reading list:
I suppose the most liberal I got when it comes to the topic of sex was in college. Back then, I had the sort of friends who would hide the King Dong in your room at inopportune moments—right before the parents visited—and demand that the Love Ewe that they brought to house meetings deserved a vote.
(They eventually actually got quite good at it, and would make a game of seeing how many insane sex acts they could dream up, write about on Usenet, and get put into the alt.sex kamasutra.)
As for me, I could relate closer to an underclassman, Seiya, who was had the cute, naïve freshman thing going on. This was further exemplified by his tendency to say, “Oh, no.” in a very calm and innocent voice whenever he was truly shocked, which occurred quite often at the hands of my other friends.
One day lounging around in the the beer room, J.P. calls out, “Hey, Seiya, do you know what cunnilingus is?”
“I think so.”
J.P.’s turn to be shocked, “You do? What is it?”
“I think it’s like a type of flower, isn’t it?”
J.P. pulls out the dictionary and tosses it to Seiya, “Look it up and read the definition aloud.”
Seiya starts paging through the dictionary, his eyes scan ahead before he starts reading… “Oh, no!”
Somewhere a purity point has just bit the dust—laughter ensues.
Now that I’m older, more mature, and more tolerant, I think that perhaps Seiya was right all along—maybe cunnilingus is a flower.