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	<title>Comments on: &#8220;Oh Glorious Pubes!&#8221;: The Bad Sex Writing Awards</title>
	<link>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/</link>
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		<title>By: Nick</title>
		<link>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96616</link>
		<dc:creator>Nick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 05:54:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Still baggin' on Slater. haha. Good to see things are staying on track back at OC.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Still baggin&#8217; on Slater. haha. Good to see things are staying on track back at OC.</p>
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		<title>By: Eva</title>
		<link>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96567</link>
		<dc:creator>Eva</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 06:41:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96567</guid>
		<description>Just compounding the creepiness, the scene Mailer won the prize for describes an encounter between Adolf Hitler's parents. 

http://www.amazon.com/Castle-Forest-Novel-Norman-Mailer/dp/0394536495</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just compounding the creepiness, the scene Mailer won the prize for describes an encounter between Adolf Hitler&#8217;s parents. </p>
<p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Castle-Forest-Novel-Norman-Mailer/dp/0394536495" rel="nofollow">http://www.amazon.com/Castle-Forest-Novel-Norman-Mailer/dp/0394536495</a></p>
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		<title>By: CJ Ciaramella</title>
		<link>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96565</link>
		<dc:creator>CJ Ciaramella</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 20:51:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96565</guid>
		<description>This is from the worst book I have ever read that was published by a major house in New York. It's called Macon's Run by James McLendon:

"She was sitting on the bed naked, waiting for him to shower; when he came out he was nude and his hair was damp.

'You smell nice and fresh,' Chris said to him as he sat down close to her on the bed. She was lying on her back as innocent as a baby, her legs spread open slightly.

&lt;i&gt;~OK, time out right here. You should never use a baby simile in a sex scene.&lt;/i&gt;

"Eddie reached out an touched her face with the fingertips of his right hand. Her skin was soft and tanned, her white breasts standing out as if in a painting. She took his hand and pulled him down and they kissed. She took command, moving her tongue inside his mouth and over his lips. He returned the kisses. She had a thick female odor in the taste of her mouth, a smell that fascinated him, he liked to tell her.

&lt;i&gt;~Honey, the female odor of your mouth fascinates me.&lt;/i&gt;

"'I am going to be so good to you,' she whispered to him, holding him close.

He kissed her gently sagging breasts and she held his head and moved it expertly over them. His hand moved down between her legs.

'Oh, yes,' she said. 'Yes," she repeated into his neck.

They rolled on the bed and kissed deeply. Her hand went down between his legs, her mind racing in a thousand directions, images flashing wildly before her - legs, arms, chest, hair, muscles, the bedsheets that were rich with his smell, and most of all, the wild excitement of the serpentlike curve of his penis. She slid down between his legs and began to move over the muscular snake with her mouth. He quivered and shifted his weight from side to side. Then she saw the angle of the serpent change as Eddie turned and mounted her in two swift moves. She felt his thick pubic hair on her stomach, the tenderness of his mouth, the security of his arms on her sides. Then she stopped thinking and was simply pulled along by what she was experiencing, completely warm and satisfied. She was barely conscious of Eddie moving on top of her, of his lunges in and out of her.

&lt;i&gt;~ Did she just get roofied?&lt;/i&gt;

And when she came, it was as if part of her body was somewhere else, as if it was no longer a part of her at all. Afterward, she felt cleansed. She became aware of her entire body, empty but at the same time full. She felt totally a part of Eddie, even aftger he withdrew from her and lay on his side facing her, his penis - to her, elegant in its limpness - against her leg.

&lt;i&gt;~Yes, elegant in its limpness.&lt;/i&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is from the worst book I have ever read that was published by a major house in New York. It&#8217;s called Macon&#8217;s Run by James McLendon:</p>
<p>&#8220;She was sitting on the bed naked, waiting for him to shower; when he came out he was nude and his hair was damp.</p>
<p>&#8216;You smell nice and fresh,&#8217; Chris said to him as he sat down close to her on the bed. She was lying on her back as innocent as a baby, her legs spread open slightly.</p>
<p><i>~OK, time out right here. You should never use a baby simile in a sex scene.</i></p>
<p>&#8220;Eddie reached out an touched her face with the fingertips of his right hand. Her skin was soft and tanned, her white breasts standing out as if in a painting. She took his hand and pulled him down and they kissed. She took command, moving her tongue inside his mouth and over his lips. He returned the kisses. She had a thick female odor in the taste of her mouth, a smell that fascinated him, he liked to tell her.</p>
<p><i>~Honey, the female odor of your mouth fascinates me.</i></p>
<p>&#8220;&#8216;I am going to be so good to you,&#8217; she whispered to him, holding him close.</p>
<p>He kissed her gently sagging breasts and she held his head and moved it expertly over them. His hand moved down between her legs.</p>
<p>&#8216;Oh, yes,&#8217; she said. &#8216;Yes,&#8221; she repeated into his neck.</p>
<p>They rolled on the bed and kissed deeply. Her hand went down between his legs, her mind racing in a thousand directions, images flashing wildly before her - legs, arms, chest, hair, muscles, the bedsheets that were rich with his smell, and most of all, the wild excitement of the serpentlike curve of his penis. She slid down between his legs and began to move over the muscular snake with her mouth. He quivered and shifted his weight from side to side. Then she saw the angle of the serpent change as Eddie turned and mounted her in two swift moves. She felt his thick pubic hair on her stomach, the tenderness of his mouth, the security of his arms on her sides. Then she stopped thinking and was simply pulled along by what she was experiencing, completely warm and satisfied. She was barely conscious of Eddie moving on top of her, of his lunges in and out of her.</p>
<p><i>~ Did she just get roofied?</i></p>
<p>And when she came, it was as if part of her body was somewhere else, as if it was no longer a part of her at all. Afterward, she felt cleansed. She became aware of her entire body, empty but at the same time full. She felt totally a part of Eddie, even aftger he withdrew from her and lay on his side facing her, his penis - to her, elegant in its limpness - against her leg.</p>
<p><i>~Yes, elegant in its limpness.</i></p>
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		<title>By: Sean</title>
		<link>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96564</link>
		<dc:creator>Sean</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 20:44:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>After reading that, I've been finding myself getting hard-ons from smelling asparagus and related greenery.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After reading that, I&#8217;ve been finding myself getting hard-ons from smelling asparagus and related greenery.</p>
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		<title>By: Niedermeyer</title>
		<link>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96563</link>
		<dc:creator>Niedermeyer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 20:15:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96563</guid>
		<description>Yeah, I think Mailer only won this thing because he's dead. As gross as his one simile is, it just can't compare to the steaming pile of hilarious filth that Shteyngart squeezed out. Ailee Slater had nothing on this guy...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, I think Mailer only won this thing because he&#8217;s dead. As gross as his one simile is, it just can&#8217;t compare to the steaming pile of hilarious filth that Shteyngart squeezed out. Ailee Slater had nothing on this guy&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Sean</title>
		<link>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96562</link>
		<dc:creator>Sean</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 19:31:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96562</guid>
		<description>"Yeah, do me," she kept saying, after issuing a few grunts so male and assertive they startled me into a brief homosexual fear, a fear compounded by one of her sharp nails digging into my tight rectum."

If I had a dollar every time that happened to me...

I mean...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Yeah, do me,&#8221; she kept saying, after issuing a few grunts so male and assertive they startled me into a brief homosexual fear, a fear compounded by one of her sharp nails digging into my tight rectum.&#8221;</p>
<p>If I had a dollar every time that happened to me&#8230;</p>
<p>I mean&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: T</title>
		<link>http://www.oregoncommentator.com/2007/12/05/oh-glorious-pubes-the-bad-sex-writing-awards/#comment-96561</link>
		<dc:creator>T</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 19:27:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Is it any wonder that Norman Mailer is one of Christopher Hitchens' favorite writers? Birds of a repulsive feather, I suppose.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Is it any wonder that Norman Mailer is one of Christopher Hitchens&#8217; favorite writers? Birds of a repulsive feather, I suppose.</p>
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