This really has been a sex obsessed week. Today, I wrote an article about living out sexual fantasies. I've just been commissioned to write two pieces a month on different aspects of sex and figured that fantasy was as good a place to start as anywhere.
Fantasy's a weird thing. Years back, I did my dissertation on whether women wanted their sexual fantasies to come true. I figured that everyone gets boring about their dissertation in their final year of uni and that getting boring about sex would be more interesting than droning on endlessly about the sociology of intergroup dynamics (although I'm sure some people find that thrilling). Plus, I wanted to sell my dissertation afterwards.
I managed to, kind of. Found a great erotic book provider for women, who sadly went bust about a year later, and wrote them a load of articles about sexual fantasy for their newsletter. They paid me in erotic books.
At least nowadays I'm paid in cash.
Posted by emilyd at July 26, 2002 02:07 AM