I never got how a person's fantasy about doing it with twins wasn't gross for the siblings in the equation. Even if there wasn't any sibling on sibling action, just being in a general sexual situation with your sibling seems horrid.

If I was a lesbian and me and my brother both had the hots for the same girl, I would not be cool with seeing his O face.

No me, no my twin, no my clone, no anyone related to me.

Not even by marriage?

I am an only child, so I actually don't have the sibling squick much. One of my favorite books is Hotel New Hampshire. Although since reading one of his more recent books, I sort of wonder if John Irving was molested in some way .

I have to run away from this conversation now!

I have to say, I've been personally offended that the one story/movie to make it to visual media with the name "New Hampshire" in it involved incest.

I was all excited, renting it based on my home-state love, and then "WTF?@!!".

Incest or witches, that's all NH is good for.

People from MA would add that NH is good for discount liquor!

I'm still living in the 80s, because I always think tattoos and fireworks!

I think of Pennsylvania for fireworks

I don't understand why I now love "70's lite rock" station on Pandora so much. I did not particularly like it in the 70's.

I am in the middle of a nostalgia kick that's reached embarrassing levels (the other day, I heard Bertie Higgins' "Key Largo" on the radio and enjoyed it! Unironically!) I've got the eighties pretty well covered at this stage (my eighties playlist now runs to 853 songs, just including the commercially released singles), so I've moved onto the seventies, despite paying the music little attention when I was living through it. At this rate my retirement will be marked by Gregorian chants.

I think of Pennsylvania for fireworks

It's nuts before the Fourth down here.