my novel’s narrator is a sentient waterslide in an Adjuncts-Only Waterpark at the Boston Marriott during MLA, so the formal dilemma was how to render the slide’s orgasmic pleasure as the exploited bodies cascaded down its wet chutes while still being true to the spirit of Boston

if you can’t handle my obese frenchie named Hentai in problematically sexual dog clothes wheezing beside you at brunch you need to find a different Eggslut