Bloody penises. Seriously. Bloody effing penises. How much easier my life would have been without them. Why did I have to be born straight?
Tag: penis
What I’ve always thought about when I’ve slept with a famous man is what he might be able to do to help my career. I’ve never cared if what’s dangling before my eyes is a worm, caterpillar, slug, or boa constrictor – can he get me on the telly or sell my script?