VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees

BLOOM’S KAMA SUTRA, new edition To the garden of harlots I pilgrimage again. “Hey, Bud.” The rival queens of the bed compete for attention and agency. “Pick me, pick me.” Their perfumes, their costume hyperbole, all tended for effect. Their gloss and glitter lipstick, their soft and tender feel. “I bet you came to sniffContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees”