my novel’s narrator is a sentient waterslide in an Adjuncts-Only Waterpark at the Boston Marriott during MLA, so the formal dilemma was how to render the slide’s orgasmic pleasure as the exploited bodies cascaded down its wet chutes while still being true to the spirit of Boston
if you can’t handle my obese frenchie named Hentai in problematically sexual dog clothes wheezing beside you at brunch you need to find a different Eggslut
Early on the first day, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed. So she came running to Simon Peter, the disciple whom Jesus loved, and the disciple whom Jesus had done a little hand stuff with,