If someone made me choose between having sex or reading an erotic romance small press implosion... I might choose the implosion. Damn. That's some high-quality wank'n'whine right there.

It still astonishes me that authors, editors, and artists haven't learned to run like hell when the owner starts throwing the word "family" around. It always comes with a Kool-Aid chaser, but people are always caught off guard when the cups are passed around.