Impossible things before breakfast

[shewhomust]

Other people are not only stranger than we imagine, they are stranger than we can imagine; and we are all too modern to be disconcerted by the each other's kinks. Nonetheless, I read the My Life in Sex column in last Saturday's Guardian with growing incredulity:

That winter, we were staying in a cosy ski lodge when H introduced me to the Moomins. I was instantly hooked. I loved their solidarity, their love of nature, their sweetness, and their white curves – I was astonished to find myself aroused by them. At first I felt baffled and ashamed. But then I started dropping hints: I nicknamed H Pappa Moomin, bought him a top hat, fed him up.

Playing at being Moomintroll and the Snork Maiden, yes, I can just about envisage that; Moominpappa and Moominmamma, surely not! And Moomoinpappa and Little My? Some sort of dominatrix, I suppose ...

Comments

[cmcmck]

The mind boggles!:o)

[hunningham]

That particular column just freaked me right out. It left me with a new understanding of what all the people screaming about Kirk/Spock and DESECRATION! were feeling.

(Mind you - not screaming here - just going to avert my eyes.)

[athenais]

Little My is a top if you ask me. She'd be a terrible dominatrix. But wow, I cannot imagine being aroused by the Moomins, so, er.

[shewhomust]

It does indeed!

[shewhomust]

I would be more upset by it if I believed it, I think. Or perhaps my incredulity is a defence mechanism...

[shewhomust]

To my surprise, I *can* imagine it. But I can't believe it ...