I'm on deadline so this will have to be brief, but the weirdness of my job has just struck me:
- I'm sitting next to a big pile of strap-ons that have been sent in for a feature we're planning on strap-on sex for straight couples. One is called Blimpy. I deliberately ordered it because, as the piece is about taking men up the jacksy, I figured a small toy that gradually got bigger would be best.
Then it arrived.
It's huge - or rather, at least six inches and thick, but inflates to the size of a balloon. The comedy value is added to because it's made out of orange rubber. I fear it may be too early in the relationship with newish boy to ask him to take it...
- As a result of the above, I've spent the morning calling all the Scarlet freelancers asking them if they have a male partner who'd be willing to take it up the arse. They've been surprisingly open. One is game but said she has to check with her bloke first. Which I'd rather see as a prerequisite...
- I then had another call from an acquaintance asking if I knew of an escort service where she could order a woman for her man as a birthday present.
Oh, and yesterday I interviewed Julie Burchill who talked about unicorn sex, marrying Charlotte Raven's (an ex-girlfriend of hers) brother and why masturbation is tragic. She was fab and said some really witty things - which you'll have to get issue three of Scarlet to read.
Right, back to putting the rest of issue three together. Issue two is back from the printers today, so watch out for it in the shops (everywhere except WH Smith) from next Thursday. And get issue one if you haven't already, before it goes from the shelves.
Posted by emilyd at November 12, 2004 02:49 PM