Some point in his mid-twenties, a man gives up the illusion that his penis is Seabiscuit incarnate, and warms to the idea that, on occasion, it’s going to get tuckered out. For those without penises, I’d like to tell you how this happens. If it is not a result of health or old age, there is a catalyst: a thought that goes something like this:
A lot of stuff has made its way up my butt. I grew from a curious boy with a bag of marbles to a sharpie-toting teenager to an adult roaming the oh-what-do-we-have-here aisle of various sex shops. That all changed when I found myself up on a surgical table, held down by four nurses, having that part of my anatomy sliced open.
If you’re reading this and you’re a man who refuses to go down on your partner, you suck.
I saw a tweet recently where a woman asked the Twitterverse for some advice:
I have been wrong about sex so many times in my life that I am now forever skeptical when I think I have established some new truth. For example, I thought analingus would taste gross. Turned out the truth was pretty simple: it depends.