I invented an essay title, “The Weirdest Sex Stories I’ve Ever Heard,” before I came up with the essay itself, as often happens. I usually enjoy finding the story behind the title.
Today, however, is a bit different.
I’m not in the mood, as it were. I think I will not write to you about so-called weird sex stories. I pondered a few, and realized “weird” seems like a pejorative and ultimately rather vanilla judgement on various tales of consensual encounters among adults.
I shall, therefore, merely tell you about my unsexy day. I hope that is okay with you. Maybe, if you feel like it, you will tell me (and the rest of us) something about your own day in the comments. No pressure, though.
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