Hey ladies
There’s nothing like a dame, says the old song.1 Except maybe two dames. Getting it on. These days you can surf to 10,000 sites or tune your TV to The L Word and see gals going at it, tits to the wind.2 You can waltz into any magazine or bookstore of half decent size and…
The F word
There are only a few celebrities whose last names are enough to inspire carnal fantasies. Pitt, Jolie, Farrell—hey, whatever floats your boat. For some people, their knees turn weak and their eyes roll with rapture whenever they hear the name Fluevog. For the uninitiated, Fluevog (such a delicious name; floo-vog rolls nicely off the tongue)…
Love hurts
It’s Saturday afternoon. Sunlight streams through the windows of Tim Hortons at the corner of Robie and Young. A travelling high school sports team files in to fuel up on coffee and muffins. Couples both young and old order their customary blends—medium double-double, small black, large three-cream—and sit contentedly in the familiar surroundings. Wade Mason…
