Okay, this article isn’t for everybody and I don’t reccomend it to those “values voters” among you who don’t enjoy long discussions of, um, unconventional sex i.e. buggery. In fact, you should stop reading here.

Nevertheless, Salon has an interview with a woman who’s written an “erotic memoir” about her experiences acting like Yassir Arafat’s bodyguard on a saturday night. Hundreds of encounters. Disgusting personal habits. Detailed descriptions of how she likes it, who she’s liked it with etc etc etc etc. She even explains that even though she’s an atheist this approach to “romance” gave her, uh, a back door route to the divine.

I’m sorry to be even as graphic as this. But you can’t get the joke unless you know how detailed her exposé is. In the middle of the inerview she’s asked:

Q:At the end of your book, you have only had anal sex with one other man. Now, years later, have you had other anal relationships?
A:I would rather not talk about my personal life.

No…we wouldn’t want that. Let’s not delve into this woman’s personal life, that would be wrong. Where on earth could the interviewer have gotten the impression that this woman wanted to discuss her personal life?