Guess what I had for breakfast yesterday!

[cosmolinguist]

I mostly liked Victoria Coren's take on That Book, which "puts the 'b' into anal"; pointing out that everyone's finding it difficult to read made me grin with schadenfreude. (Though calling safewords "nerdy" is a new one on me!)

Mystified by what's supposed to be sexy about it, she decides it's that the dommy guy can make the woman eat.

We need no longer pretend that those clothes are coming off against our better judgment. But what kind of a hussy says openly that she'd like a stack of pancakes and syrup? As if she cared not a fig for social rules of weight and waistline?

A couple of my friends have decided in recent months that my kink is denial, and mock me mercilessly for this at any given opportunity (it's impossible to argue with someone who says you get off on denying things; try it sometime).

Fuck that. My kink is clearly pancakes.