I found God through anal sex!

The choreography of anal sex though is very limited, with possibly large deviations in time and positioning. The author made it happen 298 times with her illustrious phantom lover. Her keeping of statistics is admirable. The details of each encounter are with a few exceptions, omitted. It is the pain of the entry, the filling of her butt that gave her pleasure. Her excitement was localized in her anus, and not in her entire body. Not so with her former profession. Ballet requires every body part to be in play, and permits no departure from predefined configurations. But for the author, ballet prepared her for sodomy. For her, anal sex recreated the "physical extremism of dancing." To follow the dictates of the choreographer served as preparation, as maybe lubrication for her eventual acceptance of the male tool in her anus. Ballet training requires that one ignore physical discomfort she says. One could say that she believes that it prepares a woman for the lifting of the derriere and the spreading of the legs.

The author's machinations in the book read more like modern dance, rather than ballet. Rebelling against ballet was its goal. Fatigued and irritated by the structure of classical ballet, the choreographers of modern dance negated its demands, and took full advantage of gravity. The writhing and wincing resulting from anal sex, because of its taboo, its rarity, and its ensuing pain, fits the need exactly for the out-of-equilibrium ethos of modern dance. One can defy convention with anal penetration. It is the realm of the daring, of those who with their backs towards the ceiling, turn their back on the past. New experiences though require frequent indulgences. Some call this addiction. Others call it learning. No propagation of the species results from anal copulation. This gives it further justification in the eyes of the sexual rebel. It is always fun to cheat nature.

For the heterosexual male, this book is to be read in a house with wide corridors. It might be difficult to turn corners after its perusal. The writing is terse but effective. When reading the book, beware of Levis and wear pajamas instead. This reviewer thought of only one thing after finishing the book: how nice it would be hear the thuds of the author's shoes hitting the floor beside his bed.

Wow! I've found my calling!

A house with narrow corridors, surely? Extremely narrow.

uh, I'll shut up now.

How very, very Catholic.

is the reprint coming out soon

random thread or title search?

God!

I just want to hear "Malarkey? Or Effective Way?" from Biden's lips.