Samuel Johnson, survivor of a Victorian retro-culturalist upbringing, inherits an adult bookstore from his uncle. Against his better judgement, he hires young Candy to work in his shameful 'den of iniquity.' She and the therapist across the street are on separate but related spiritual missions to buck taboo, connect to the divine, and help those around them through love, loss, and grandiose ideas.
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In case you’re wondering, this book is an exercise in taboo, a challenge I issued to my prudish self. I simply said: I’m going to write about sex. The strange story you’re about to read ensued.
Why did I wish to challenge myself in this way? As a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, I’ve experienced plenty of ugliness and discomfort around the subject. I have reason for my sometimes prudish responses.
Nonetheless, this writing has been therapeutic. I know it could be uncomfortable for some, as it initially was for me–well fine, it still is–but I’m glad I did it. Not to mention, it was fun calling out the various aspects of my personality–the wounded and the wild innocent–and playing with them.
Enjoy, or run. Do what you need to do.
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