I got an email from one of my friends from high school.
Let's call her Champignon.
For some reason, the part about semen stains is stuck in my head.
Posted by Quentin George at November 27, 2004 07:26 AMPlease expline.
Posted by: C.L. at November 27, 2004 11:54 AMMore information required.
On a related topic, there is a story about the day that the fabled Bloomsbury Group became free-wheeling in discussion of sex and cognate matters. It was probably in Holroyd's massive biography of Lytton Strachey, anyway the story runs that Strachey arrived at the party where all the usual suspects were hanging out, Clive and Vanessa Bell, Virginia and Leonard Woolf, Maynard Keynes, etc.
Strachey noticed a small, pale stain on Virginia Woolf's dress.
Semen? He inquired, just as there was a lull in the babble of conversation, so the magic word floated around the room.
According to the story, this triggered off a titter of laughter followed by an orgy of talk about all their innermost sexual hopes, fears and fantasies.
And the rest is history.
It may not be true but I saw it in black and white and I like it!
Ha! Just ridiculous enough to be true.
Posted by: C.L. at November 27, 2004 02:55 PMI promised I wouldn't tell...
Posted by: Aidan at November 27, 2004 08:02 PM