Ok, I know I have some readers that aren't heterosexual males, so I thought I post a picture of a guy, who just apparently also happens to be a dentist. Personally I prefer the pictures of the women, but I am an equal opportunity blogger. I'm posting this picture as a precursor to the review I'm completing and posting tomorrow evening on JulieAnn Henneman's book Always Listen to the Ravings of a Mad Woman: A Story of Sex, Porn, and Postum in the Land of Zion.
What does a naked dentist have to do with a book about sex and porn in Zion? Well, the book starts out with some heavy petting in the dental chair, with a dentist sporting the great Mormon surname of forgiveness, Kimball. I really didn't have a lot of other dental related stuff, but I did come across an old poem about a root canal -- it isn't too sexy but it does reference marijuana and other licit and illicit drugs.
ROOT CANAL
Pain reigns in my body --
Bullet piercing violence shot from interior shadows
Can’t sleep.
Can’t eat.
Can’t dream.
Can’t do anything --- but cry from the pain
No, No, Novacaine
No laughing and no gas
A little liquor, a little lortab
I be puffin’ or Ibeproufen
I am set --- with pain --- not Percocet
Nothing stops the pain —
Except the drill through the crown
Cutting out nerve tissue
Sinking down through grey matter
Eliminating any ganglion
That might be hanging.
Losing nerve, but still residual pain ---
Time for little files
To remove vestiges from the interior
That might flare up
With a passing reference --- Or something too hot or too cold ---
And sometimes its frightfully cold.
Until No thing, nothing is left, but
Artificial packing material
Insuring no new thing, no new nerve can enter --
A new crown of thorns for the cleaned out edifice.
I am my own client.
I am my own doctor.
I am my own surgeon.
I am my own dentist.
And without any effective anesthesia
And upon myself
I perform a root canal
On my heart.
3 comments:
Oh my goodness! If I had a dentist that cute alone in a room, I might grope him, too! I've had a couple of VERY cute dentists, but they both had "open" style offices. No privacy, no gropey.
Drat.
That guy, if he were a dentist, would be fine in any other context aside from his office.
Glad to see you're an equal opportunity blogger. I'm feeling chagrinned that I haven't posted a sensual female picture (yet).
Hey, you should both realize that offices are perfectly acceptable places for a tête-à-tête after hours. This is what a midnight toothache is for.
A Dentist office should be used for pleasurable drilling -- at least every once in awhile.
And yes, I'll continue to try and be an equal opportunity blogger.
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