Samuari
Twice Blessed
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From The Blacksmith’s Tale
By Spider Robinson
God, she was a sweet pillowy armful! I’ve had a few of the bony women that everyone else claims to like: nothing to squeeze, nothing to admire, I had to be careful with my weight, I was afraid to let go for fear I might bruise something, and even so my pubic bone got sore. A woman like Mary, now: you can roll around on a woman like that. You can let yourself go, secure in the awareness that the system is roomy an cushioned, and you can explore forever with out running out of things to see and appreciate, and you find, time after time, so often that I’m tempted to say always, that passion and compassion and sensuality each double for every pound above so-called “optimum weight.” Take your skinny women and stack them up in the same receptacle with hard beds and cold showers and red line exercise and “ natural” food and all the other things everyone earnestly pursues in the belief that pleasure and pain are nature’s diabolical attempts to trick us, that the less you enjoy a thing the better it must be for you; Take ‘em and stick ‘em, and give me something a man can enjoy!
Man, I wish that I could write prose like that!
By Spider Robinson
God, she was a sweet pillowy armful! I’ve had a few of the bony women that everyone else claims to like: nothing to squeeze, nothing to admire, I had to be careful with my weight, I was afraid to let go for fear I might bruise something, and even so my pubic bone got sore. A woman like Mary, now: you can roll around on a woman like that. You can let yourself go, secure in the awareness that the system is roomy an cushioned, and you can explore forever with out running out of things to see and appreciate, and you find, time after time, so often that I’m tempted to say always, that passion and compassion and sensuality each double for every pound above so-called “optimum weight.” Take your skinny women and stack them up in the same receptacle with hard beds and cold showers and red line exercise and “ natural” food and all the other things everyone earnestly pursues in the belief that pleasure and pain are nature’s diabolical attempts to trick us, that the less you enjoy a thing the better it must be for you; Take ‘em and stick ‘em, and give me something a man can enjoy!
Man, I wish that I could write prose like that!
