Honestly guys,
is your manhood so threatened you'd have a problem with this?
I'd rather have someone's finger up my arse occasionally for a second or two than face life (or death) never being able to use my dick again for the purpose it was designed for.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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