Ireland: Land of Great Writers and Perverts

You learn something new every day. Guess what I learned today? James Joyce, one of Ireland's greatest literary sons (and we have many) was a total pervert. I say that with pride by the way and a certain satisfaction in knowing that while he wrote such complex tomes as Ulysses, he obviously knew how to entertain himself!

His predilections ranged from anal sex and spanking to water sports and scat play and are described in the letters he wrote in 1909, to his then lover (and eventual wife) Nora Barnacle.

One such excerpt from his letters to her is as follows:

"I wish you would smack me or flog me even. Not in play, dear, in earnest and on my naked flesh.... I would love to be whipped by you, Nora love!...to hear you call me into your room and then to find you sitting in an armchair with your fat thighs apart and your face deep red with anger and a cane in your hand.”

For a more detailed review of his letters check out Chelsea Summer's article, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Pervert on my new favorite site Filthy Gorgeous Things!

(Thanks to SpankBoss for for pointing me there in the first place)