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Guilty Pleasure?

What the fuck is that, anyway. I get called that all the time in emails. They titter behind their hands and call this blog a ‘guilty pleasure’

Is that like when you get raped in prison, and you tell your rapist “Glad you got some pleasure, but ow!”?

Or is it like slamming three shots after midnight and gobbling five pieces of her Valentine candy?

Is it a blowjob from your own sister?

I think I’ll scream if I hear that again. I’m not asking for love, people. Like me or leave me, but make a commitment, dammit.

If people who say they agree with me would just start being as out about it as I am, maybe we could change some things around here.

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