The cover photo reminds me of one of those personal lubricant commercials, the one with the clock in the corner indicating that the couple's been actively at each other for like seventy-two hours solid, without breaks for snacks or reflection, just non-stop candles and mussled sheets and steamy, cramped bath sex? I don't know, to me that kind of endless-remix-extendo-play seems less like pleasure and more on the "pain"/"torture"/"get that thing away from me" end of the spectrum, regardless of how much K-Y a person has lined her larder with. And just think of the beard burn! Though I suppose I could be talked into it, if I were sufficiently incentivized with regular infusions of pie, and we turned on the television?
The Russian version also features some unexpected changes in the Legend section of the book, for instance the icon second down on the right seems to be the international symbol for gay men's right to adopt? Which I'm all for, unlike the wretched smiley face (not my favorite). And what's the symbol in the lower-left? Is that...your anus? Oh. Well then. Pleasure to make your a-taintance!
And I wonder if I ever did show you the little Italian version of the book, the ones printed especially for the reading pleasure of Italian people?
There they all are, just three Sleeps in a pod. So exciting! So weird! So profoundly cute on that amazing mushroom shelf from the Curiosity Shoppe!
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