I just want to thank the ladies of SG for ruining mainstream erotica for me, again thanks. I was easily amused by predictable situations, cookie-cutter actresses, and by-the-numbers uses of the human form. But now that's all gone, I need humor and irony, not to mention artistic sensibility, and flare, and imagination...I think you know the direction this pony is heading in. Why was I cursed by a new found understanding of the female form, like having 17 different senses add to my present ones and no longer being able to cope with what I had. So I now suffer the malaise that the genius embrace and the insane lament, awareness of what I have gained. Look out for my friend Marvel (she drove me here) 'cus she's going to blow-up like a million monkeys in a sauna. 
