Just a reminder that the cold season is coming:
« It is, as every Montrealer knows, harder to be alone in winter. […]
In sex, we become as modest as Victorians, finding our passions only under a mountain of bedclothes. If we are clever, we arrange ourselves in such a way as to create a hothouse, which recycles the heat of our breath until orgasm or oxygen depletion overcomes. There is simply no other way, as bodily fluids will freeze upon contact with air.
In the absence of sex, a Montreal bed is as cold as a grave. There is no love in this city in winter, only the desire to remain alive. »
By Vila H. on Metroblogging Montreal.
Does this mean we should have as much sex as we can now because we won’t be able to when winter strikes?
How melodramatic. It hasn’t killed me yet.