I caught a few brief moments of the TV show "Dawson's Creek" and I was pleasantly surpised to catch a scene in which a female character gets chided by her lit. professor (obviously a TA or an adjunct) who criticizes the female lead for "distancing herself from her sexual encounter." She did this with silly, addled metaphors for the sexual act, i.e. fucking.

If only I had that little gem of a defense for all the billion times someone criticized me for my graphic descriptions of sex. I know that when I have sex (for real) I'm really there, smelling the smells, feeling the feels, and drowning in the utter horror of sex.

BUt for me, that's how it goes. There are no kind metaphors for sex. We do it for both the pleasure and regret polar opposing forces involved in the stinky, lugubriousness of fucking another person.

Because frankly, the pursuit is sometimes better than the act.

Otherwise, one of my students is chiding me and is considering registering a complaint against me for NOT covering the New Testament in the Bible. "The backbone of Western Civilization" is what she called it. I just don't have time to do it. I have a tight schedule and things must be pushed aside - in this case, the New Testament.

At least I'm still getting paid.

I hope my faithful readers are too.

HE'S A MAN WHO CALLS HIMSELF A REBEL FOR UNKNOTTING HIS SHOES WITH A CHAINSAW