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Some quick house cleaning

STOP FUCKING SPAMMING ME! Ok, I'm sorry. I know spammers don't know how to read. I know that CAPTCHA is close to being as annoying as spam. But I'm enabling it again on comments for at least a brief time in order to stop reading Chinese characters in my inbox and then trying to find it in the actual post and delete. Grrrrrr.

In other news, I just finished reading the book Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex and have to tell you: fascinating. There's info on a study of spinal cord injured patients and their orgasms... yeah, they can have orgasms. There's also a study of rats wearing polyester pants to see what it does to their sex experience (wear cotton- just friendly advice.) Every page has something that makes my eyes pop.

So yeah, sorry again about the comments change. Please comment anyway. Or don't. Whatever. I appreciate readers either way.
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  1. LoraNovember 30, 2009 at 7:39 AM

    they got me too!!

    I hate it! I get about ten spam comments a day. I get the chinese ones on my picture blog, and levitra, et al on my regular blog.

    I do notice that they tend to show up on posts that have the words penis and vagina in them, but they are posts about healthy sexual development and childrearing, so I'm not taking them down.

    Grr

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