Coulrophilia
All the world loves a clown. That’s the quote, right? “All the world loves a clown.” I think it’s actually a lyric from an old Cole Porter song. All the world loves a clown. Hmm. Well, I love a clown, anyway. No, that’s not quite right. I’d like to love a clown? Oh, I’ve got it. I’d like to make love to a clown! That’s the one. Let’s talk about coulrophilia. Previously On Writer’s Blo(g/ck)… In my last post, I discussed clowns. I talked about how I wanted to grow up to be a clown, and why I didn’t. I talked about a bunch of the clown characters that are parts of my stories (both written and yet-to-be). And, me being me, I even talked about LEGO MOCs that I’d like to build that are clown-oriented. Most of the clownness that I discussed was centered on male clowns. I didn’t talk much about female clowns. And while I did inform you that I didn’t h...
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