I am, when I stop to think about it, quite thankful that my parents are not more forceful about my choice of friends and miscellaneous companions. They are Chinese immigrants, and as my friends'  families have amply demonstrated, they could be far more conservative, and far, far more tyra . . . (More)

This is a charmingly and amusingly told story on golden showers (or rather, one).

It is inevitable that when one is fixing the ties of one's halter-top, one bends one's head down and in, forcing the eyes to one's bosom. It is in this situation, fiddling with a pair of black strings against the nape of my neck, that I contemplate the low arc of my neckline. Hugging soft, f . . . (More)

His occupation is listed as sellator, he says, which makes sense on a charioteering team; sella means "saddle", and one would think that such a man would be in charge of the tack, correct? No, in fact. Some scholars believe it is a spelling mistake, perhaps an instance of someone mishearing, and . . . (More)

There are numerous things I encounter at the mall, which might elicit feelings of anything from desire to repulsion to envy to contempt (mostly the last). But whenever I see boyfriends and young husbands abandoned in chairs or on corners, all bearing similar child-like expressions of en . . . (More)

"Your parents are swingers," Jon Stewart's voice says. "What?" I say in disbelief. I turn the corner. Light floods over me; my mother is sitting up serenely on the far side of an enormous bed, modestly covered up to her underarms by sheets and a butter yellow comforter. "Hi, honey.""Hi." My& . . . (More)

I am mystified as to why it would be considered apt that a brand of condoms be named after a people that was hoodwinked into allowing an enormous horse into their sacred citadel (insert your favourite Catherine the Great joke here!). Perhaps it was a classics major who headed the market . . . (More)

Cuckolded. Not simply the anxious, overblown type that comes out of the kind of vivid, rampant imagination pink unicorns ordinarily spring from, but genuinely, authentically, 100%ly cuckolded. Not that I have much more to say than that technically misused term; I only wanted to commemorate . . . (More)

After I fell asleep last night, I slept for several hours more than I should have, and woke with an aching body. In my dream, I had been an unemployed bohemian musician in the 19th century. I lived with my sickly grandmother, my brother, and his wife, in a single room flat laid with grey woode . . . (More)

Gotta giggle when you read that the news that Seven of Nine's bust is (finally?) available for purchase. The following was pulled from Sideshow Weta's newsletter: "Sideshow is proud to announce the next bust in the Star Trek series; Seven of Nine, from Star Trek Voyager. This is the only femal . . . (More)