From a recent book, Sharp Objects (by the same author of Gone Girl), I read for pleasure, this was after the reporter did a naughty thing and fucked a pretty vulnerable younger man in a cheap motel room:
Woke up sticky and peevish. Bought a toothbrush kit at the FaStop, along with the strongest smelling lotion and hairspray I could find. I brushed my teeth in a gas-station sink, then rubbed the lotion into my armpits and between my legs, sprayed my hair stiff. The resulting smell was sweat and sex under a billowing cloud of strawberry and aloe.
Mmmmm . . . fake strawberries and spunk!!
I hope she didn’t put the lotion on her actual box, though, and just smeared it on her thighs. Otherwise . . . uncomfortable.Read More
Scroll down to the announcements underneath Matisse’s column ton one titled ‘OKTOBERFEST’:
In Toi Sennhauser’s performance piece, audience members are invited to drink beer brewed with a trace amount of the artist’s own vaginal yeast.
I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard at the mention of vaginal yeast (because usually there’s nothing funny about it). Nice. Is it a joke? I’m tempted to go just to find out.
***** DEC. 1ST 2010: EDITED TO ADD: I recently googled the artist’s name and arrived at her site to discover photos and descriptions of her art which is just AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME to the point of bringing me to tears.
I’m trying to figure out what made me laugh upon reading the advertisement for the vag yeast beer, and I’m guessing just sheer delight at the subversiveness of it.Read More