Morning
Happy Juneteenth.
A lovely, well-written response from an older Reader to the young man who asked if his dick would ever calm down.
"At 85 I suppose it's only natural that that physical ability has gone too, but it hurts more than not being able to jog a mile (which at forty I used to do almost every morning before breakfast) or carry a 50 lb. bag of manure from the car to the back yard, or step into my jeans without sitting down or leaning against something.
I miss erections sorely and would kick myself in the ass, if I could, for not appreciating them more, when they were more frequent than convenient. Was so scared of the embarrassment of being caught with one, but can't remember how I got the notion they were something to be embarrassed about.
My advice to your readers: be kind to your boners and give them the loving attention they desire and need.
And take good care of 'em, 'cause you only get one willy in life."
That final sentence is the proverbial icing.
Wood happens.
Have a good weekend.
