The three sexes are men, women, and professors.

Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.

And when I kiss you, I swear I can taste the next sixty years of my life on your lips.

If you can still wipe your own backside then life's not that bad!

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes.

Please let's change subject, as despite the alliteration, I don't think Politics and Puddings go together.