Wow…I thought I was tired Sunday night when I posted the movie strip. I am fucking DEAD tonight. Andrea and I are getting the basement recarpeted this weekend, so we spent all night boxing furniture and lugging it up stairs. Well…some of us did more lugging and some of us did more boxing. That’s all I’m saying on the subject.
I proudly (and loudly) admit that I learned much about sex from porn when I was a little shaver. So long as you view it armed with some health class caveats and a healthy respect for women, there’s a lot that porn can teach young people. I’m talking bare bones stuff, here (no pun intended), like what the different positions are, where the clitoris is, and most importantly, that sex can, in fact, be fun, and not something to be terrified of.
And make no mistake–in my tween days, I was scared to DEATH about sex. I remember the day our biology teachers started talking about the basic functions of all life forms: digestion (okay, I can do that), respiration (check), growth (definitely know how to do that), and reproduction (um…how does that, um…I’m not sure about that one.) Apparently a good quarter of my validity as a life form was knowing how to have sex, and I hadn’t the faintest damn clue about what went where or at what velocity.
My parents, God bless ‘em, they wanted to help. But, if this makes sense, I had too much respect for them to ask them a single question about it. I mean, how DOES one bring up the proper rhythm for a really good Venus Butterfly with one’s mother? Is there ever a good time to ask your dad what teabagging is, and whether it’s something the Catholic church approves of?
Anyway, I’m rambling when I should be passing out. Work tomorrow, after all. Have a good night, kids…
Luke
How about commenting on the bizarre practice of cutting up the penises of completely healthy boys?