I ordered the latest Black Heart some time ago, and due to my move, it got lost. I reclaimed the magazine, and the Buck Twenty Boyfriend that accompanied it.

Every time I read erotica I want to cry. I don’t know exactly what causes it.

I’m reading about female circumcision, not to be confused with clitorectomy. My curiosity has gotten me in deep once again, leaving me staring at a picture of someone with overlong clitoral hood, and a whole page of circumcised penii, in various stages of erection, to discuss the differences in technique employed by various cultures throughout history.

So creepy.