Just a couple of brief notes for two women who shall remain anonymous:
i, I don't want to know about you, Person A, sloping off into the bathroom to jill off because of your boyfriend's texts. It just makes me dubious about my project of trying to get you to read books - if there's fingerprints on them when they return, I'm going to be very annoyed.
ii, And while I appreciate emails from you, Person B, mentioning you're not wearing knickers as much as the next guy who's spent a lot of time trying to get into them, you had to spoil it by going on to mention why, didn't you? Okay, okay I started it by suggesting the bed pictured looked too fragile for your, uh, needs - but we both know you're grosser than I am. You win!
I mean, Jesus, I spend my time trying to develop a reputation as a pervert and as soon as spring rolls around, women show they can effortlessly outdo men in this field without even trying.
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Huh. Just to let you know that I consider it my feminist *duty* to dispel such patriarchal myths that it is always sexy for a woman to be sans knickers ... plus a real pervert (which is what all women obviously pine for) would appreciate the manifold sexual possibilities of (bronchitis induced) pissy pants. And, yes, I do like to see a man squirm. Yrs, TMI markii
I've searched all over the Web and read almost all your postings and still don't know ... what does "Phoenician in a time of Romans" mean? I'm sure I'm not the only one who wonders.
It's trivial, really. Way back when, I simply wanted a pseudonym which pointed out I'm from a small trading country on the periphery of a much larger "empire" - since I was writing something related to economics from the perspective of a NZer in a blog dominated by Americans. So I took five seconds and came up with that.
And as a result, I've had wingnuts attempting to annoy me by sneering at Carthage, I've had to research the origins of the alphabet, and I know more about the early tin trade of England than anybody should reasonably know.
I don't care about the Phoenicians, I don't know that much about the Phoenicians, and apart from a certain Lebanese student I had tinysex with back at university (don't ask - it made sense at the time), I don't know any Phoenicians.
The moral of this story, people, is to label yourselves "Trev", "Lucy" or "JoeBlow" on the Intertubes.
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