Admit it.. it is a little weird reading a novel written by a friend when you get to the sex bits, right? I mean, I guess I knew he had sex, he is the father of two kids, and shit but… exploring female crevasses and such. Goodness. I feel an unfamiliar sense of modesty.
I consider this fair warning for the post about my own sex life, which is sitting in my Drafts Folder at the moment. Look away all those who need to.
And if, like me, you feel in need of some satire then I recommend Get your ovaries off our coteries over at new matilda. I particularly like the line about Sally Morrell’s book club.
Whatever normal reaction I might have had to that was supplanted by misreading “two kids and shit” as “two kids and a shit”. Several times. I kept going back trying to work out what you meant by it, a nasty commentary on his third offspring, or something to do with his toileting habits…
Perhaps I should just go to bed early, but not in the icky parental sex kinda way.
HAHAHAHA. Will amend, with a comma.
So is the sex life post in drafts because you need to finish it, or because you’re not sure whether to post it or not yet? Because I say… post it!