I can. Weird, huh. I never gave it a thought. I've always been practical, pragmatic. And I vividly remember wanting to be alone with a female. I don't remember her name, but she was cute. And I just wanted to be with her. Not knowing about sex, there was no agenda; I simply wanted her company. I knew it would be better than being alone. Amazing how it all sounds so good on paper...
So then I learned about human sexual reproduction. I'd been gathering clues, and then I got a hold of a brochure that explained it all. Cute drawings. It didn't make a lot of sense, but I had faith that things would work out.
Anyway, while sex is a natural function, we don't treat it as if it were. We being those people who aren't porn stars. Porn stars treat sex like the rest of us treat combing our hair. Can you imagine being that free?
I can't imagine it either. It's going to take a while. Even for me...
Anyway, while at the golf course we saw these creatures "combing their hair..." It's supposed to be beautiful. It's all part of gawd's plan, so ...
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Ahhh, "the hair down there"...
I learned about doing it from a filmstrip called Am I Normal?. It taught me that if I were worried about the size of my junk, I should go to the public zoo and ask a zookeeper, who would say, "That's a good question. Being a zookeeper, I've seen all kinds of penises..." and then continue on into an awkward, lengthy monologue that ended in a crowd of listeners applauding.
Real zookeepers aren't so helpful.
Porn stars aren't free. I understand they can be quite costly.
I learned about sex in a segregated sixth grade class of physical education in a good old US of A elementary school.
Oh, and I'm blind now, thanks alot.
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