Let it be known that I love Campbell to the ends of this earth. I think I’ve pretty much made that clear considering the numerous glowing references I give him on an almost daily basis, but it bears saying again. Because I’m evil.
See, Campbell doesn’t read my blog. Which is fine – he’s just not a reader, just like I’m not a golfer, but we support one another in our respective careers. And he’s certainly done so with me – he was there when I did the summer drink-off for Variety, he talked me off the ledge when I was going crazy with the book, and then he went on my tour with me. But he’s about to find out, dear reader, what dating a writer who insists on investigating a subject to its fullest is all about.
Y’know how I’m doing that sex toy piece for Maxim? Well, I got most of my toys in last night, so tonight is Test Night. This is one of the toys:
Looks like your garden variety butt plug, right? Well it is. Except it's designed specifically for boys.
And he has no idea this is part of the deal.
Think he’ll hate me?
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Tod 2:22 PM Nov 22 2005 |
He might, when he finds out it's for an ARTICLE and not JUST for fun/pleasure/experimentation/pick-your-word. |
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Kathryn 2:22 PM Nov 22 2005 |
You are a bad, bad, bad woman. |
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Regina Lynn 2:22 PM Nov 22 2005 |
He will love you forever and ever for giving him an excuse to try these toys, which he's always wanted to do, but was too shy ... but if it's for WORK, well, how could he refuse? Hehheh. |
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Jacynth 2:22 PM Nov 22 2005 |
All's fair in love and butt plugs :) |
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Rodney 2:22 PM Nov 22 2005 |
He'll hit the roof. |
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:: jozjozjoz :: 2:22 PM Nov 22 2005 |
Hmmm. Maybe instead of having to forgive you, he'll be thanking you??? |
