I have the urge to run screaming through the streets declaring to the world that I do indeed support the literary fuckfest - hell, any fuckfest if I'm totally honest. But it is the literature that is described by Kari Gregg on the following link that taunts me and pushes me to write, write and rewrite, edging ever closer to that perfect expression of emotion and action that takes your breath and parts the lips in a soft gasp...
In Defense of the Fuckfest ~ A Smut-Lover's Manifesto
