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Porn is a writer's way of saying, "I'm out of imagination."

and as a married mother of three girls

That phrase speaks volumes about Georgie Don's mindset, lifestyle and worldview, don't it? What normal mommy would have thought it necessary to add that qualifier?

I'm sure the hubby, and three kids would find the wet orgasmic allusion just all kinds of clever, and way too cool.
"Hey, look what my mom wrote on the internet!"

JWM

What the effety eff?

Never discount the possibility that a lot of the Palinophobia rises out of the fact that they're repelled by so much about her and yet they're still strangely aroused. They're not supposed to want someone like her in that way.

By the way, our host used to work for Penthouse. They started going downhill when they started lettting the readers write the Forum letters.

The desire - and knowing you can't have that, the object of the desire does not want you.

Frustrating.

I can imagine this Seinfeldian conversation going as Donna George Storey was watching Palin on TV:

"I sense great vulnerability."
"I see a parasite, a sexually depraved miscreant."
"Her struggle is man's struggle."
"She is a loathsome, offensive brute--yet I can't look away."
"She transcends time and space."
"She sickens me."
"I love her!"
"I love her, too!"

Seriously, what's wrong with these people, I know Gerald you could provide a long list,

"Porn is a writer's way of saying, 'I'm out of imagination.'

What exactly does this mean? That sex as a subject is not interesting? That there could not be imagination involved in considering or writing about it? That sexual arousal must be disconnected from other aspects of our experience such as intellectual or artistic stimulation? Or is it an automatic assumption perhaps stemming from a discomfort with (for whatever reason) openly examining and appreciating sexuality?

If you do find yourself interested in examining the quoted assumption, I recommend reading more of Ms. Storey's work. You may find it effective in challenging it.

The thing with Ms. Storey's 'work' is that it leaves so very little to the imagination that hasn't already been slathered in [excess] goo in that quirky Anaïs Nin/Henry Miller* page for a dollar -ain't swinging with socialists on other people's dime grand- sort of way so beloved of the touched class.

...Apparently, it's how bankrupt intellectuals masturbate their way into relevance.

Anyway, having said that; I'm really looking forward to Ms. Storey's incestuous nymphomaniac midget prostitute with a heart phase. I'm sure it will be a literary triumph of the will for social justice, liberation, and open dialog.

*As a testament to the innate wisdom and economic prescience of the corpus of their lives, both Nin and Miller chose to have their cremated ashes scattered into the seas off California. A state that seems to have chosen a kindred fate...It's almost as if their lives were little blueprints for blue states.

Hey Donna, Sarah Palin just sold 2 million copies of her first book and there's another one on the way!

What an incredibly cool cnoecpt! And that cover is awesome! I don't typically read YA, but this may just be the exception.I'm from the country. My husband? Definitely not. I love to take the kids and show them where I came from, take them on tractor rides, go mushroom hunting, horseback riding, vegetable picking and trekking through the creeks in the woods. It's a wondrous world to them, full of various sights and smells. They laugh hysterically as we pass a pig farm and I breathe deeply and call it fresh air'. My husband? Well, he shakes his head like we've lost our ever lovin' minds!