Wednesday, April 15, 2009

New on my list of things I never knew existed: the cheese fetish.

O là là, look at Camembertine and how she melts lewdly on the wooden cutting board...

Ah, oui... C'est si bon... Fromagette obviously loves playing with her strawberries.

Don't get me wrong: I am a lover of cheese. But... on a more platonic level. I was pretty surprised today to learn that there actually is something like a cheese fetish. Would that still be a carnal desire? Anyway, I'm not judgemental. If people like to make love to an aged Gruyere that's perfectly okay. I just wonder about a couple of things: 
1. How do they date? Do they pick their sweethearts from the store down the street for a one night stand? 
2. Do they tell their partners? What do you say when your husband finds a Gorgonzola stain on the sheets?
3. Do they do sex tourism? Are the streets of Alkmaar filled with people who secretely lust for intimacies with the juicy yellow beauties?
Please, if you have answers, let me know. Maybe there is a market for cheese porn. And I really have to make some money now.

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