This is why we now have the hockey player sex show.

"Man in the Crease, your all star hockey podcast..."

I'll be happy either way, but I lean pearls.

Having taken a moment, I think I would revise to say that, so far, I think the show has a LOT to say about closets. My ultimate opinion is likely to rely on how they handle that. I have high hopes, but I haven't read the books and it really could go any direction.

I don't know if I can answer that question. I have seen one episode. I guess there's a plot, but mostly, it's excellent smut.

It supports many essays on What Makes A Good Sex Scene by providing examples. The acting is good. Further, I have not observed.

Hell and high water?

If Stoker had written a chapter where Van Helsing discovered that Lucy's wasting disease could be cured by having lots of sex, he would have also invented the werewolf novel.

Brand new theory: Lucy Westenra is the original Why Choose FMC, from back when the genre hadn't been invented yet. The most successful vampire of all time, her spiritual vampire spawn thrive in countless modern works of fiction.

Were his hindquarters biosculpted in some kind of Red Room for hockey players? Is he a partial shifter of an undiscovered species with an antigravity ass? Did he trade his immortal soul for enough cardiovascular capacity to burn and aesthetic gifts beyond mortal ken? HOW DID IT HAPPEN?

That ass was not achieved on a stationary bike in a hotel gym. I don't know how it was achieved.

Seriously, what magical combination of genes, supplements and leg day results in (wild gestures) THAT?

I need the lore. I need the world building.

This is not to say that a great deal hasn't been said! It has! Many words have been uttered, typed, and probably moaned. But they all sum up, basically as "wow." I can get behind the sentiment, however, I feel there has to be more to it.

And if anyone tries to program an app that talks to them like I would, I hope their phone shorts out and catches fire.

Nothing has reconciled me to my own mortality like watching billionaires resist the notion that they are going to die.

If the choices are dying or beginning to resemble that guy who got blood transfusions from his teenaged son, dying is fine. No rush, but definitely before it comes to that.

Seriously. Have sex, don't have sex, it's not my business what you do or don't, but the clammy fishes and improbable tongue situation are very upsetting to contemplate.

The kitchen! The little conservatory! The garden!

Some of the decor is much for me, but I love it.

Right? Babies are everywhere! You can find ways to practice! You're supposed to see a pediatrician basically every ten minutes for the first few months! Other people have been through this and are willing to talk about it! How isolated do you have to be that this is a mystery?

OR, hear me out, "Mr. President, what year is it?"

Pretty sure it was on here, because I recall the same.