So, this past Monday, I'm chilling out, reading me some Jezebel, and Megan writes this about Kathryn Jean Lopez:
Jesus. Did you have to do that, Megan? I don't want my mind's eye filled with the thought of K-Lo fucking, or the heady, filmy musk that entails, or the trauma done to the creatures of the surrounding woodlands, who have to listen to the savage yawping coming from inside K-Lo's domicile and wonder if there's any sense in fleeing a horror that they cannot ever un-hear. Not on President's Day, for Christ
Sex is surrender to another? How quaintly patriarchal of her. Obviously, it's not about mutuality, it's about surrendering to the penetration of one's vagina. Sex must be fun-times at K-Lo's house.