is it just me or
Are this year's Bad Sex Award finalists (link obviously nsfw) awfully disappointing? Like, one of them really just made me hungry for pudding. Actual pudding, I hasten to add (although it's British so probably a Bakewell pudding isn't what I'm picturing when I see the word "pudding," and also, the word "pudding" has just grown completely meaningless through repetition). Possibly fanfic has just spoiled me for terrible descriptions of sex.
That said, I am predicting Tom Wolfe as the winner for crimes against metaphordom and the phrase "generative jockey," although Sam Mills is a worthy contender, because I'm not sure what's going on in that paragraph but it doesn't sound at all comfortable.
That said, I am predicting Tom Wolfe as the winner for crimes against metaphordom and the phrase "generative jockey," although Sam Mills is a worthy contender, because I'm not sure what's going on in that paragraph but it doesn't sound at all comfortable.