Humph! No one likes what I like.

There just isn't much romantic poetry about felching. I just want a sweet, lovely poem about rainbows and daffodils and felching. Is that so wrong?

And fisting? Forget it. I just want a nice sweet, nostalgic country tune about two girls discovering the joy of fisting. What do I find? Nothing! And I looked.


Also, it was Louise Brooks who called Shirley Temple a swaggering, tough little slut. Temple was about 11 at the time, which gets an award for bitchiness if you ask me.




And if you've already had a bad idea, might as well indulge.