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I just finished reading Jeanette Winterson's Weight. It's a retelling of the myth of Atlas and Heracales. However unrelated to the major themes in the novella, Weight contains a bizarre metaphor for male arousal worth sharing:

Zeus knew nothing of this until Heracales opened the bedroom door and found his father on top of his stepmother. Hera turned her beautiful head towards Heracales and gave him that ironic look that he hated, while his prick went kangaroo. (90)