The Mammaries of the Welfare State
“Bhupen Raghupati loves Kum Kum Bala Mali. Adore and Loathe, Love and Hate, Sweet and Sour, S and M—the Minister’s Secretary in the Ministry of Heritage, Upbringing and Resource Investment was pleased with the outcome of his computations. With his wang ascending, leaking, licking its lips, struggling for Lebensraum, as it were, in the trousers of his safari suit, he looked up from his desk at the object of his desire for that day.
She’d written earlier for an appointment with the Minister becaus...e she had a housing problem that she wished to discuss. Her letter, on fancy handmade paper—along with the compellingly negative notes of the Department—lay before the Minister’s Secretary. Her perfume suffused the room—indeed, made him breathless.
He had for long held a theory about perfumes. All human aromas—everybody knew—were an invitation to sex. They emanated from the body’s erogenous zones. The more potent the perfume, the more erogenous the zone. Bad body smells indicated a desire to be mastered, to be down below, an I-have-the-mind-and-body-of-the-Great-Unwashed-so-please-defile-me signal.MoreLess
She’d written earlier for an appointment with the Minister becaus...e she had a housing problem that she wished to discuss. Her letter, on fancy handmade paper—along with the compellingly negative notes of the Department—lay before the Minister’s Secretary. Her perfume suffused the room—indeed, made him breathless.
He had for long held a theory about perfumes. All human aromas—everybody knew—were an invitation to sex. They emanated from the body’s erogenous zones. The more potent the perfume, the more erogenous the zone. Bad body smells indicated a desire to be mastered, to be down below, an I-have-the-mind-and-body-of-the-Great-Unwashed-so-please-defile-me signal.MoreLess
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