When Dick was not enough

Oh My God. The utter perfection of that double-entendre just about floored me.

Or was it a double-entendre? Maybe Dick's dick in particular just wasn't enough...

These double-entendres are fun.

Panicky now, she grabbed up her skirts and started running. Without plan or direction she ran, the hard earth jarring her every step, the wind tearing at her until her hair fell loose around her shoulders.

I'm already excited, and only on chapter one!

Dick's gonna write his own gay pioneer novel and call it Fairies On The Prairies.

sorry

Seriously, though, what a weird family dynamic. Mom writes lesbian bodice busters, the daughter is a lesbian, and Dad's a Machiavellian reptile. The holidays must be a regular hoot.

Mom writes lesbian bodice busters, the daughter is a lesbian, and Dad's a Machiavellian reptile.

I smell sitcom!

Lynne Cheney's done a lot to distance herself from that novel, including writing a bunch of Bill-Bennett-style books about American women, writing a culture-warrior book about liberal university faculty and, y'know, being Lynne Cheney.

That said, one of my librarian pals has a copy of that book, and it's among his dearest possessions.

maybe Lynne has a copy of this album, too:

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(I have never actually heard that album but I'm dying to. I've seen it in shop windows for as much as $100, so that's out, and I doubt it's on p2p)

Fairies On The Prairies! Ah haa haa haaaa!

When Dick was not enough

How much does the woman want, for God's sake?
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