Courtesy of Vox Day, we are alerted to a new "genre" within the speculative-fiction envelope that must be seen to be believed: Pornography about humans having sex with extinct and / or mythological creatures.
Gentle Reader, there are some sights even my iron constitution has trouble bearing...especially at 4:00 AM on a Thursday. ("I never could get the hang of Thursdays." -- Douglas Adams's galaxy-traveling twit Arthur Dent.) All the same, I had to show it to the CSO.
She couldn't believe it either:
CSO: I can't imagine who would read that sort of crap.
FWP: If it's being published, you can bet your bottom dollar that it has a readership. I'll go further: I'll bet you that there are people who read only that sort of material -- not even other kinds of porn.
CSO: But who?
FWP: There are some things Man was not meant to know, sweetie. But forget thou not the Weirdness Axiom first articulated to me by the late, great William M. Porretto:"Son, in this world there are people who fuck chickens." CSO: Ugh.
FWP: Dad didn't say whether I'd meet them some day, though.
CSO: Have you?
FWP: Not as far as I'm aware.
CSO: Well, you have a few years left.
FWP: (unprintable)
And a happy Thursday to you, too, Gentle Reader!
