Showing posts with tag: Sex

FEBRUARY

Denial: A Former Call Girl Shares Her Story

When I worked as a call girl, I relied on, and needed, denial to function in life. That denial was essential in order to work. To have sex with men and women I didn’t want to have sex with, to have people see me naked, to have strangers touch my body, touch my skin anywhere they wanted with whatever body part of theirs they wanted to use, I had to be in denial. That is what allowed me to do it without breaking, without falling apart, without realising the hell in which I was living. Read more →
FEBRUARY

A Healthy Respect for Sex: What Lady Chatterley’s Lover Can Still Teach Us

"I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly, everything would come right. It’s all this cold-hearted fucking that is death and idiocy.” Does D. H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover still have the power to shock, and can it still teach us something new? Thomas Chadwick goes back for a re-read. Read more →
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Sin City: Decadence and Doom in Weimar Berlin

"You couldn’t find anything more nauseating than what goes on in Berlin, quite openly, every day. The people there don’t know how low they have sunk. Evil does not know itself there. That town is doomed more than Sodom ever was." —Christopher Isherwood. Politics, poverty, cabaret and sex in Weimar Berlin, the city that flourished briefly and brightly between the wars Read more →
FEBRUARY

The Top 10 Weirdest Relationships in Literature

Cross-dressing, sodomy, blood-sucking and a touch of necrophilia. In this feature, novelist Rosie Garland picks her top ten weirdest relationships in literature. "The edge of things has always interested me more than the soft, squishy centre, whether that’s apple pie or politics. I’ve always written about outsiders, whoever they might be. I’m inspired by characters who won’t (or can’t) squeeze into the one-size-fits-all templates they have been provided with, and the friction that occurs when they try." Read more →
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The Magnet and the Needle

She resented his apology for the display of power it was. The silence had been building for some miles, compressed by the confined space of the car, and it was clear the thin statement of contrition was on its way. He had the tilt to his head that signaled an imminent announcement on a difficult subject. Changing lanes to come off the main road, he began. Read more →
FEBRUARY

Purple Bra

I am not interested in art but I am interested in sex, so after I first learned of Currin in a New Yorker profile in January, 2008, his name and his work stayed with me. I didn’t think about him, however, until nearly a year later, when my writing stalled. Not being able to write when you want to is like not being able to come. It is impotence with the pen, or a premature menopause drying up the creative juices. Read more →
FEBRUARY

OK Cupid

“Do you like to listen to music during sex?” The website is asking me. I tick ‘no’. I think, who is listening to music during sex? I feel sorry for them. An old boyfriend of mine used to put music on before we had sex. It was how I knew he was about to pin me to the sofa. We were always drunk. I took his prescription medication. With his blessing, of course. Read more →
FEBRUARY

Excerpt from The Writing Shed

Katja’s room was right at the top of the house; in fact it was set into the roof. The ceiling in the small room was comfortably low and the single, bare sash window began just above the floor. The walls were plain, save for a poster of Janis Joplin bedecked in bangles and beads and sat astride a Harley Davidson. Padam knew the photograph from an L.P. cover and had always been impressed by the singer’s look of debauched innocence. Read more →
FEBRUARY

The Recovery Position

Ever the stickler, he was the sort of man who bristled at the misuse of the word dilemma. Insistent upon correct usage, he never tired of pointing out to his students that technically, it should be used only when one was faced with two options, both of which were unfavourable. His thoughts turned to this as he lay naked, prostrate on the floor, waiting in vain for the pain to stop. Read more →