This stroll down memory lane is offered as a palate cleanser after today’s very weird and crazy sex-related posts.
God I love her. There’s a lot of creepy loathsome, dangerous seeming people in the world of ~sex,activism~….. and then there’s Annie Sprinkle, old enough to be my mom, dressed liked a big bosomed tinker belle…. and scissoring with the foliage. Shine on, you beautiful treasure.