I’m not a blushing prude, and neither, I sense, is our dear Marn. But, slippery slopes notwithstanding, that doesn’t mean that anything goes.
I think there’s a time and place for erotica and porn. What any of us does in the privacy of our own homes is between us and our browser caches. But oh man, when I don’t know you and I’m sitting in your place of business at 10 a.m. on a Thursday morning, the last thing I want to learn about you is that lesbian threesomes turn your crank.
Read all about the art of improper interior decoration in a place of business. It is, as Marn usually is, tremendous fun.
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