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I was supposed to be writing an essay on The Extreme Porn Act, and why it upsets me, confuses me, offends me, and scares the fucking life out of me. But unfortunately, life keeps on getting in the way. Relationship traumas, wasp emergencies, and ice-cream dilemmas have all featured these last few days... I guess it must be summer.

And at this precise moment in time, I also have a hangover, which isn't so much a symptom of summer, and more a symptom of me getting roaring drunk on a school night, like the naughty little girl that I am.

I'm going to be even more naughty on May 9th when the Extreme Porn Act gets Royal Assent (and it's looking like it will) and turns me into a criminal, purely because a few poncy Lords find some strains of BDSM porn 'disgusting'. Not as disgusting as paedophilia, but more disgusting than bestiality.

I think I might move. Or become one of those annoying activists. Not yet though - my head hurts too much.