Wednesday, July 14
Last night I started reading
The Intimate Memoirs of an Edwardian Dandy. It was a present from a friend (no, really it was) for recommending some books to her. Admittedly it was on my wishlist. It's set in 1899 and as its title suggests, it is somewhat, ahem, explicit, with regular references to "cunney lips" and scenes involving a sixteen year old having sex with a woman whilst his uncle, somewhat older, also has her. These Victorians certainly weren't as inhibited as they're made out to be.
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