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When I was in college, I worked at one of two video stores in town that rented porn. We didn't just rent porn: we had a great classics section, and I'm pretty sure we were the only store in town with copies of Evil Dead and Freaks. But porn was an obvious draw. I had a lecherous and insane boss with a predilection for 18-year-old girls and Native American jewelry, co-workers who could name the movie you were looking for after five words of description, and customers who loved to stand around and shoot the shit for an hour or so on a Tuesday night.

It is, to date, the best job I've ever had.

Now, there are quite a few porn stores in my little southern town, big triple Xs and dildos to go. But we used to be mavericks.

Which brings me to today's blog up for review: Well Hell Michelle. Cute name, right? Nice design, too. I really like the light blue accent, it's easy to read and well organized, and there's not a lot of clutter. And look! A Good Reads dohicky! Dorks of the world, unite! I'd like the archives to be rolled up, and I'm curious as to why her blogroll includes only KC bloggers, but overall: good job. (The design does fart out here, though. Scroll down.)

Now for the good stuff: porn.

Michelle used to work in a porn store, and that experience provides the bulk of at least the first half of this blog. And it is entertaining, to be sure. I love the idea of a sex toy toolbelt, and I can relate to having guy groupies. She embraces her dorkitude, and I'm jealous of her porn store tour. Also, Iowa is a dirty little tart. Who knew?

So, I feel like I have a lot in common with Michelle: the whole porn thing; the fact that we're dorks who like to include pretentious book gadgets on our blogs; I once thought I'd like to be the dildo lady on the side and do pleasure parties (she did Edible Ecstasy parties); we like many of the same movies ("Bite my pillow!"); and, in general, I'm pretty sure I'd like to drink with her and talk about Nina Hartley's oeuvre.

I really, really like Michelle. I kind of have a girl crush. BUT! Aside from the porn store stories, there's not a whole lot of meat here. The posts are succinct and to the point and bare bones, and that's good. But then again, I'm left a little hungry. You can't win with us -- you're either too wordy or not wordy enough.

In this case, though, I'm not sure it's the words that are lacking as much as the depth. I'm really curious about Michelle, and I want to know more. There's this dry humor and an enticing reserve (she is a librarian, after all) about Michelle that makes me want to draw up close and listen, but when I do, I want there to be some pay off. Right now, I've got my head cocked and my ears open, and I'm waiting for her to speak.

Even though I do really fucking love her, I'm giving it





because my love is conditional: give me more.