Good call, Circe.
Chana, the boring dross that turns you on is a testament to the mechanistic, vanilla copulation that undoubtedly passes for "hot sex" in your bedroom. It's clear that you've never experienced a good and proper sexual thrashing- but you ache for it so much that you wet your panties and fall all over yourself for a smidgen of Jhawk's attention, like a dog begging for scraps at her master's feet. Does your husband not pleasure you, and abase you in the way that you crave? Your standards are unfathomably low.