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  • conuly

rachelmanija on Aaron Burr, "defiler of nuns"

The biggest cliche of old-school trashy romance, the forcible yet welcome kissing, has rather deep roots. I have read similar lines in porn from Burr's own era. I expect that descriptions of brutal and forbidden yet strangely delicious kisses were once inscribed on lost tablets in a language of which not a single word now survives. And I bet some of those were RPF, too.

Context is steamy. Whew!
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  • cmzero

If it weren't for ursulav I'd never have anything to post here.

This time, she's reporting a very awkward conversation she had with the hotel front desk, who was forewarned:

ME: Hi! We are about to have a very awkward conversation!


ME: Are you ready?

HOTEL: I'm ready!

ME: Are you braced?

HOTEL: Let's do this!

ME: The couple in the room next to me is having incredibly loud sex.

HOTEL: Oh sweet baby Jesus.

The context is enthusiastic!
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  • conuly

On why rioters don't loot bookstores

Let's suspend disbelief for a while, and assume that I was rioting and indulging in a mad looting spree. I don't think a book shop would be my first port of call. A book shop is a place for browsing and leisurely reading of blurbs. "Raah!" say the rioters. (I don't know if rioters really do say "raah!" but let's assume that they do, like dinosaurs.) "Raah! Raah! Riot! Riot! Riot! Oh... I've not heard of that author, but the cover looks good. Interesting blurb, too. Let's read the first page... Hmm, not sure about the writing style. Maybe not... Ooh, 3-for-2 on that table!" (Because I refuse to believe that looters aren't drawn by special offers. Looting something that's one a 3 for 2 offer is clearly better than looting something that's sold at full price.)

By ladyofastolat here.
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Don't stand so close to me...

One of dochermes's anonymice helpfully supplies context for a lurid old paperback cover:

"Now Ms. Brown, you know a professor and a student in this position is highly improper. And do not think this will cause me to not fail you.

"Of course not professor, but when the school board sees the photographs I am having taken, they will have no choice but to fire you and declare my grades invalid."

"Silly girl, the school board is dead, I poisoned their doughnuts myself. Now I am the school board. And as the first order of business, your expulsion from this school."

"That might frighten me, if I was a real student.


"I am not Ms. Brown, I am undercover officer Patricia Wiliby, and you professor, just gave me the big break."

Having been outsmarted by one he had regarded as an air headed blonde, the Professor drank vial of dihydrogen monoxide and fell over. But officer Wiliby had monitored in chemistry at police school,and thus took the fool away for a long sit in jail.
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achacunsagloire discusses vanity among authors in the context of ancient legend:

More than likely, you've heard of a vain pretty-boy named Narcissus. How vain was this guy about his renowned good looks? So vain that he most definitely would think that Carly Simon's song was about him.

Context is gazing fixedly into the still, clear waters. QWP.
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  • conuly

Spam, spam, spam!

In response to what is in and of itself a great post on a lone spam can in ursulav's journal (and all the comments are golden) comes this particular comment by seticat

While it's not considered unusual for one or two cans to strike out on their own to scout the migration route for the main herd [flock? cluster? tinning?], this 'is' a bit early in the season. Being naturally armored as they are, they can withstand the drops in temperature better then the females of the species who are smaller and encased only in plasticized foil wrap.

It's truly one of Mother Nature's rare and wonderful gifts to see the first cans quietly slip over the ridge line and start moving down into the fog kissed valleys at dawn.