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Notching

Today is the last of my little blog tour and I am at Ladysmut.com, talking about notching – you know, the first time, the last time, how many times a week. The excerpt attached was one of my favourite to write in this book, too.
http://ladysmut.com/2014/09/26/notching/

Guest post on LadySmut.com

Today I’ve been invited to LadySmut.com where I’m talking about the science of creating a race of men whose physiology is different to other humans. One of those differences is in the production of pheromones, and their role in reproduction – that’s seduction and sex, in human terms. Have a look and tell me whether you’d be happy to buy some commercially sold pheromones, or happy to be seduced by someone wearing them.

Poem: the Advantages of Anthropomorphism

Was reminded of this the other day when listening to an onpointradio show about cats and dogs getting personhood…

It’s a topic I’ve thought about a bit in relation to my book on the sociology and future (or lack thereof) of hunting, which I hope to get back to later in the year…

Not quite the scientific method, though..

 

The Advantages of Anthropomorphism

 

Sometimes, if we would examine events

Could think of these things, from another’s

Point of view, and see all sides of situations,

Such things, which are now hard to understand,

Should be much more explicable…

 

Anthropomorphism is frowned upon, but why

Is the worm crawling across the asphalt?

 

In the same way that the squirrels have not forgotten

The location of their acorns, for they can afford

To ignore the extras as the winter thaws

And spring buds burst with sap, more appealing,

 

We could imagine we were the moths, wandering

Between raindrops with no moon, full or not,

To guide them past streetlights in the damp night

To what we know not – well, we all know what.

 

Will the earthworm drown upon the grass?

Is it trying to escape the rain? No. There is no

Escaping, nor a need, but instead it is taking

Advantage of the damp to strike out from its

Little patch of grass, in search of pastures new,

Be that soil or sex, past our artificial boundaries.