Having pulled either a muscle or tendon in my calf, I'm taking a rest from cycling in an attempt to heal the blessed thing. (Daily photos will be from this year's archive.) This means that my schedule has changed and I'm writing first thing, rather than in the afternoon. So, while some of you may have been struggling with the half-uttered and vaguely-defined requests of your bosses, I have been trying to find ways of describing sex that neither sound as if it is to be found in a book on biological, nor as if some thirteen year-old boy has written it as a prelude to a moment of self-indulgence. (See the effect it's having? I just self-censored myself.) The temptation is to forget sensibilities and use everyday words, but as some of these are open for debate about whether their use makes the prose erotic, pornographic, or simply obscene, I find myself in a state of near-indecision. And once you start thinking about this, even the most innocuous of sentences become loaded with meaning.
Oh, well, back to the grind .... (There – see the problem?)
Don't do stupid – it's just not clever.