Uniquely Singapore

If you bump into me in the next few hours, the blush is not of orgasmic residue, just courtesy of MAC.

I've been reading a bit of erotic literature these days, and like I've always thought - stories are always better narrated in books than in films. And even without the visual and audio stimuli, these books make up with their sensible narrative structures and detailed descriptions of feelings, emotions and colour.

How come, I wonder, people don't really talk about sex openly? Not publicly, I don't think we need to air our bedroom aerobics on a blog. I just feel people should be less ashamed of talking about sex? Is this a problem in our society, a uniquely Singapore issue that we have to deal with or start a nationwide campaign, no. I'll email you a few titles if you're keen to read some of the stuff I'm reading.