Sexytime reading of your choice

I just read The Story of Harold by Terry Andrews

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pseudonym of George Selden (that wiki entry is why I got Harold through ILL). The book is an intense pre-AIDS '70s pornotopia/gaze into the abyss/blithe romp/self-loathing diary of a bisexual kiddy book author (which natch gives me the reading curse of how much of narrator Terry Andrews is George Selden? because there's nothing like thinking about your third grade favorite book's author in the middle of a fisting scene). It's droll and raw at the same time – the writing was really fun. The sex scenes were hottt without employing a real narrative of "and then I did this and he did this" etc. They were spaced out well – a good long one every 20 pages or so – and besides being great porno asides, they also developed the characters in an honest way. Even the stuff I wasn't interested in for my own life was revelatory and pleasant (or better) to read in this book. Like obv. I am not into male on male S&M but this book made it poetic in a way that I could appreciate. The book also gave me a sort of favorite subset of nostalgia, nostalgia for drugs that are era timestamps that are never (for various reasons) part of the circles I've run in: poppers & quaaludes...

What are your favorite (ideally fun!) readings with some good TMI descriptions or action?

Illustrated by Edward Gorey?

Pics plz.

iirc there's a great photo of him naked, sleeping, and surrounded by cats

i was wrong, not that naked.

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Aw that's sweet, actually.

The Gorey illustrations ain't much sexy at all – just five or so little drawings of Harold, the hero of Terry Andrews' book in The Story of Harold (confusingly also called The Story of Harold). Harold is a tiny Derby hat wearing, NYC closet-dwelling man (who the narrator admits is his penis) who makes magic happen.

Gorey himself claimed to be asexual (according to Wikipedia).

reading his wiki entry just now. didn't know about sexual orientation thing. how odd that this sexless man illustrated abbott's porn.

xpost oh well that makes sense then

I am thinking of getting a tat of one, an impudent lil' Harold and a dog and a potted plant.

Do it!

My one tattoo is an Ed Emshwiller illustration.

We should all take self-portraits of ourselves, imitating that photo as closely as possible.

I dont have enough cats or books!

That is the kind of attitude that will give you crazy cat lady success!

Anyway, the pictures are not erotic but not really sexless either:

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We should all take pictures of ourselves wearing a bowler hat and striking victory poses.

i dig that giant cocker spaniel but where are the sexytimes?!

please note i was genuinely referring to the picture of the canine

In that first pic it took me a minute to realize that the little bowler hat man has one finger in the air, and is not throwing horns.

I wish the New Yorker caption contest cartoons looked like these.

Anyway in answer to Abb's question, I do like a bit of Anais Nin, myself.

I read Henry and June and it was pretty decent but I was so impatient for more sexing! It seemed there was so little. Either its reputation lead me to expect something no book could deliver _or_ I have insufferable demands from sexytime lit.

My Secret Life had the opposite problem: wall-to-wall dirty shit and none of it really stimulating (to me). Partly because of my inability to take the word "gamahuching" seriously.

The time I spent reading "The Story of O" was conspicuously erectionless. Wall-to-wall Not Written For Me.

Delta of Venus is a great read, especially if you love Henry Miller, as I dearly do. It's nearly -- and possibly literally at times -- Miller writing as Anais Nin. There's no doubt who she learned how to write erotica from. Its sexual descriptions are often on the knife edge between titillatingly revealing and coldly clinical -- one of Miller's favorite spaces. Some of the metaphors and turns of phrase have always stuck with me. It's much better prose for its own sake than Music to Touch Yourself By, though.

"coldly clinical" is unfair and lazy of me to say. Henry Miller is very warmly clinical.

Damnit, there must be a henry miller thread around here somewhere...

I remember reading Jumper in fourth grade and showing all my classmates the dirty parts - which weren't that dirty, stuff like "she thrust her tongue into my mouth against my cold hard teeth" and stuff. I didn't really get that in the opening the guy was about to be raped by truckers either.

surgeon generals warning

Oh man. Tried to read "My Secret Garden", which a friend of mine had brought brought out of her backpack and read aloud during a high school lunch period some 20 years ago. Oh man. So much dog fantasy. No dogs in my porno! What is wrong with people? Might as well have been called My Secret Dog Park.

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how'd I miss this thread? I took a reading detour through this genre this summer. Mostly boring.

co-sign on my secret dog park

what the hell is it with Nancy Friday and dogs. it wasn't even that erotic to read, just a lot of "ffs another dog wtf"

my dad had the spines cracked to the "sexy" parts of all of mum's jackie collins/jilly cooper ladybooks

pages probably crackled for a reason other than that

they weren't THAT sexy

also ._.