There was, at the Leek, in the way of literature, aBradshaw, a work (selling sixty thousand daily, it said) of one of those Americanesses who have struggled in at the gate of the heaven of popularity before it could be shut after Mrs. Beecher Stowe

He hunts the woods, or the country.

A Burmese acault tells an ethnographer he is a woman only by his sexual role; otherwise, he expresses himself through his penis and its orgasms.

I've heard it said that squicking is one of those activities that people do not talk about in a public forum.