"Everything looks worse in black and white."
--Kodachrome, Paul Simon
This should have been much earlier, but oh well.
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Here's a quote from an old review of T.H. White's The Once and Future King:
"...should be enourmously popular and become one of the curious classics of English literature."
--David Garnett
It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling to know that authors like Lovecraft, White, Tolkien, Lewis, Heinlein, Aasimov, and Bradbury will have the exact same read:erships when the better portion of 20th century literature is consigned to the dustbin. Ha, modern lit, ha!
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Going to the dentist is, for me, a fairly pleasurable experience. In fact, it's one that I would not mind repeating as often as possible, except for the cost. With the combination of nitrous oxide and anesthetic cream, the dentist can really do me no harm.
I was speaking to the dentist's assistant about the nitrous. She said that although she appreciated the relaxation it brought to the proceedings, she did not like the feelings afterward. She compared it to being drunk or doing drugs, in that it was pleasurable for a period of time, but afterwards was unpleasant if not actually painful; if nothing else, there was a sense of dissapointment and loss.
What I did not tell her was that it seemed to me much closer to sex. The nitrous gives the same feeling that you get when a part of your body falls asleep, but in a controlled, pleasant way. Everything is warm and fuzzy feeling, sense of time is lost, and almost every sensation becomes pleasurable. Stretching, twitches, even the pressure of the dentist's drill, are all things to be welcomed in that they feel so good.
The nitrous and cream are, in actuality, a preparation for something else: novacaine. The sensation of a needle sliding into your gum is normally quite painful. The cream removes the pain, and the nitrous adds pleasure. Being pierced by the needle was an incredible experience. A short bit of pressure, and then pain, fairly strong but washed over by the positive sensations. Then an incredible feeling of the needle sliding further in, a slick, smooth, warm feeling that once again brings sex to mind.
At the time, I was struck by a strange strange thought: I was rather dissapointed that the breathing apparatus they placed on my nose really prevented me from seeing the dentist and his assistant while they did this. Which is really, when you think about it, one of the conceptual faults of being fucked from behind.
In conclusion, I am a sexually frustrated teenager.