“Sex and Bacon” review
I first “met” Sarah through the world of
‘zines. She and I both published our own
stuff, she with the always entertaining
“Pasty” while I raged at the world with
“Angry Young Woman.” I lost track of her
after the glorious 90s had passed, and while
I slogged through with crappy jobs, she
worked in the sex industry for ten years
and no doubt had a more interesting life
than I. We reconnected through Facebook,
and started communicating electronically.
I dove into Sex and Bacon when I had time for
it, because I didn’t want to be distracted by
anything else while I read about mussels
and vanilla custard and sausage and how
Sarah ate four pounds of bacon in one
sitting, faux chocolate truffles, marrow,
unsafe sex, drinking urine and why, even
when offered money, she refused to say “I
love you” to her sex customers. This is a
funny, entertaining, even delicious read,
but be warned: you’ll never look at Baby
Ruth bars the same way again.