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“Metrosexuals” BC


2000 years ago they were pulling all the stops to woo a lady friend. “Don’t torture your hair, though, with curling-irons: don’t pumice Your legs into smoothness, leave that To mother Cybele’s votaries, ululating in chorus With their Phrygian modes. … Continue reading

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Oh my.


“Believe me, the pleasure of love is not to be rushed, but gradually elicited by well tempered delay. When you have found the place where a woman loves to be fondled, don’t you be ashamed to touch it any more … Continue reading

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