Avert your eyes if you don’t want to read a column about raunchy sex, libidinous lesbians, bodice-ripping passion and the lustful imagination of Lynne Cheney, wife of the ultra-conservative vice president, Dick. Lynne has been the toast of the blogs in the past few weeks after an erotic book she penned more than 25 years ago, Sisters, was outed by Jim Webb, a Virginia Democrat who was running against George Allen for the U.S. Senate. (The outcome of that election was still pending as of press time).
Allen accused Webb of writing a salacious book (he wrote about Vietnam), and Webb shot back with barbs about Lynne’s carnal creation, a potboiler about lesbian sex and brothel life in the 19th century Wild West....
While I admire Lynn for her orgasmic imaginings, this is dreadful prose and makes Harlequin romances look as literary as Jane Austen novels. Still, I think everyone should get off Lynne’s case. I think she should start celebrating her work, not trying to hide it. Think about it. Here is a woman who appears to be married to a prude, who seems to embrace those putative White House family values and, in reality, she is an erotomaniac. Wow!
One has to wonder: What really goes on in the Cheney household? It sounds like a lot more goatish than I ever could have imagined. Is Dick a libertine or a beast in the bedroom? Does he have some animal magnetism the rest of us haven’t been able to fathom? (They do say bald men have more testosterone.) Or are the lesbian fantasies described in Sisters a consequence of Lynne’s frustration with Dick’s performance?...
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