Probably my favorite post of the year.

Not that my memory is all that awesome. 

Dear Author rocked my socks today with their Romance Apologia Scale. 

I’ve gone through all of the modes, honestly. Hiding, denial, guilt. My favorite?

Aren’t those books just about sex?

1. I don’t know.  I just found this on the park bench and wanted to help with the “no littering” effort.
2. No idea, but my shrink recommended a bottle of wine, a romance novel, and a vibrator for relaxation therapy.
3. They’re as much about sex as Moby Dick is about chasing a whale. It happens, but it’s not the point.
4. Fuck off