They've promised to take out the cannibalism and inbreeding, but leave in the sex.

Well, at least they have standards.

I'm saving that reply up for when I'm annoyed at being interrupted by "What are you writing?" "Porn." Though normally I wimp and say "My journal." Journal's are very respectable in the Mormon worldview.

I do have to admit that I spend some energy reminding myself of this in the Wider World. ("Oops, can't say that to the co-workers...")

Was it Ellen who recounted the dangers of fanfic/realworld collision with her tale of a conversation with a co-worker which went something like:

Co-Worker: How's it going?

Buffista: Stupid work. All I've been doing is reading gay porn on the interenet all day.

Co-Worker: ......

Buffista thinks: ....ooops

Cannibalism, inbreeding and sex, a trifecta of fun, and they're killing the first two. Seems a shame. I'm pretty sure she couldn't make it sound any worse than the sex does.

The thought of how she would describe the cannibalism is actually making me a little queasy.

Sounds like comedy gold to me....

The thought of how she would describe the cannibalism is actually making me a little queasy.

At least we'd know there was a good reason for body parts to be in odd places.

But Katie, women aren't supposed to enjoy porn, let alone produce it.

Holy cats! I've been doing it all wrong since day one!

If there are positive emotions (doesn't need to be love/like is ok) it's erotica. Just nasty manipulative sex is porn.

I consider this purely subjective. I mean, I like to read about relationships that range from twu wuv to express-train-to-the-special-hell, and the only time I really make a subjective judgment about what "kind" of relationship it is... is when I'm deciding what I'm in the mood for.

No one tell shrift, okay, because I'm rather attached to her porn.

See, it never works when people tell me that I'm doing it wrong, because every time they do, it only makes me want to do wrong.

The thought of how she would describe the cannibalism is actually making me a little queasy.

I suspect Micheal's teeth would snap down on the warmly-basted leg of scrumpishious human fleas. By his side, Nikita slid her waist senseuously up his leg, enjoying the sight of his enjoyment of his food almost as much as she had savoured the delicious moments earlier, when he'd spread her legs in the back of the golf cart and sent his interpid fingers searching for the source of her Nile River of pleasure. She felt glad that she was not to suffer the fearsome effects of inbreeding, her jewel Micheal being utterly unrelated to herself (except for a very distant cousin on her mother's side, but that was only by marriage).

Or words to that effect.

Edit: feel free to improve make this worse. It doesn't seem quite bad enough, but I'm tired.

wince