Ewwww. Ewwwwwww. More than I ever wanted to know about the proclivities of female wingnuts. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. What a way to start the week.
The Anchoress bares all, via Alicublog:
I like various positions! With the lights on and off! In the daytime and the nighttime! In the ocean and in the windowseat! I like sex on Sunday mornings! Can I get an “AMEN” for Cunnilingus? AMEN for cunnilingus! Can I get a “You know how to whistle, don’t you” for Fellatio? “You know how to whistle, don’t you?” Can I get a “Ride ’em Cowboy” for my husband? Yippeekayae! Can I get an “arghghghghg” for Readi Whip and maraschino cherries? Arghghghghghg! What, no brownies?
Hang on… I thought anchoresses were women who choose to withdraw from the world to live a solitary life of prayer and mortification? I don’t remember Julian of Norwich embracing food fetishism with quite the same gusto.
But wait. It gets worse. Tbogg:
…as do we all.
It’s Sunday Morning and All [Kathryn Jean Lopez]
So I think I take some comfort in not being on the Playboy list.
posted by tbogg at 2:11 PM
Gulp. I’ll just let you think about that for a moment… On second thoughts, don’t. It’s unfair of me to spread the misery around.
But I wonder, since putting it all out there in front seems to be the new trend of the increasingly desperately spinning Foley apologists, will the remainder of this week see more bedroom revelations, this time from the likes of Ann Althouse, Atlas Shrugs and Michelle Malkin?
I do so hope not.
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