May 25, 2010 6:29 AM

A recipe for being scarred for life....

Picture26.jpgI don’t know what purpose it serves to write about this (other than to make me feel better about my own shortcomings, I suppose), but this is one of the “WTF??” stories I just can’t pass up. The 10 Worst Sex Stories We’ve Ever Heard…it’s like watching a train wreck happening in slow motion. I suppose all of us have one or more horribly embarrassing stories about amorous encounters with the opposite sex, but in reading these stories (as well as some “(dis)honorable mentions”), I’ve rediscovered the joys of Schadenfreude. Yes, no matter how bad, embarrassing, or just plain weird my stories may seem to me, there is the satisfaction of knowing that someone out there has had it MUCH worse…and that’s oddly comforting.

I never cease to marvel at the truly never-ending, ever-mutating exercise in aberrant psychology that is human sexuality. Just when I think I might have it figured out, I learn all over again that I’ve haven’t as much as scratched the surface of the weirdness and EPIC unpredictability. Champagne bottles? Key Lime Pie? Alice in Wonderland? Winnie the Pooh? Highlighters? Yeah, there’s no way I could possibly make this stuff up. Nor would I want to.

Sometimes, the priesthood does seem an appealing option, no?

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