sex. I'm Lavegar. I'm Julian Field and this is the Perverts podcast where we venture

into horny online subcultures and take you along for the ride.

It was 2 p.m. and I was on my knees in the kitchen rummaging through the cluttered cupboards

in search of a breakfast morsel when I found it.

A sealed plastic package containing a plump little cake, a madlen which looked as

though it had been molded in the fluted scallop of a pilgrim's shell.

Mechanically and warily considering the dull day and prospect of a depressing morrow, I opened the package and raised

the madlend to my lips.

No sooner had it touched my palate, a shudder ran through my whole body and I stopped, intent

upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place.

An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, but individual,

detached, with no suggestion of its origin,

and at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me.

Its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory, this new sensation having had on me the effect

which love has of filling me with a precious essence. or rather this essence was not in me. It was myself.

I had ceased now to feel mediocre, accidental, mortal. Whence could it have come to me, this all all powerful joy? I was conscious that it was connected

with the taste of cake, but that it infinitely transcended those savors, could not, indeed, be of the

same nature as theirs.

Whence did it come?

What did it signify?

How could I seize upon and define it?

I was in a high chair, stranded there by my mother who was busying herself in an adjacent

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