I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like

[venta]

Earlier this week, I bought some tickets for Doctors, Dissection and Resurrection Men. It's an exhibition at the Museum of London, following the excavation of a burial ground which contained "extensive evidence of dissection, autopsy and amputation, bones wired for teaching, and animals dissected for comparative anatomy". I bought the tickets on a Time Out special offer.

Based on that, Time Out have just sent me an email of further offers they think might interest me: cut-price deals on Brazilian bikini waxing, rabbit vibrators, a bulk buy of 50 condoms, a "boudoir" photo-shoot or a "Boink Box" (no, really).

I remain lightly bewildered. And very slightly concerned that I have misunderstood about the resurrection men.

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[venta.livejournal.com]

...whereas I find myself morbidly curious about the differentiation of the boxes depending on whether they are ordered for a straight couple, a female couple, or a male couple. I mean, I suppose that a lesbian couple doesn't have an awful lot of use for a cock ring, but beyond that I'd have thought it was more about personal preference than a simple three-choice tickybox.

Although I have led a very sheltered life, and have little clue as to the taste in sex toys of the average gay gentleman, for example.