150 Shades of Shame: Oh God, What Have We Done



Tucson, I'm loving the contest we're running with help from our friends at Fascinations (your one-stop Valentine's Day shop!), and I'm incredibly amused by the entries we've been getting in.

But after sharing one of the latest works with a fellow staffer here who shall go unnamed, and noting the look of despair on their face upon completing story after story, I was hit with a realization:

We've opened a door to some of the deepest, darkest depths of the Old Pueblo's sordid sexual fantasies.

That's cool and all — I mean, this is a city that appears to support a fair number of strip clubs and sex-toy shacks in a relatively small area. To say that folks in this town are fairly sexually liberated might be understating things a bit.

But it's different when you read the things that people write about, which lends some insight into their own sexual inclinations: handjobs on public transport, bathroom stall trysts, hot-and-heavy action on dance floors, the morning ritual of a newspaper and coffee pleasantly interrupted—and even some that took an astonishing level of creativity to create. Bravo.

So keep those freak flags unfurled, Tucson. It's entertaining reading—and only barely psychologically scarring!

One note though: For a fairly LGBT friendly city, we've had only one(!) LGBT-related story. Hopefully, someone out there will rectify this by Feb. 9, when the entry period (hah!) closes at the end of the day.

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