You ever been with a man?

[spike]

theys will be theys

[Higgs]

Got an email from the principal yesterday that one of my kids was in a group of boys playing some game at recess where they touch each other’s penises. (Over the pants!)

Anyway later in the day I had a little league meeting with a few other dads. The one whose kid is at school with mine, I asked him hey didja get that email? Yep. Lol.

Oh dear. I went to an all boys school back in the 80s and I somehow managed to not come across any overtly homosexual shenanigans throughout my 7 years there.

Repressed homosexual shenanigans certainly, but nothing overt.

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real talk: i have never been with a man

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

real talk: i have never been with a man

you have the power to change that.

[Ello Sailor]

He has the power bottom to change many things.

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I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

[ABNorman]

I'm not fussy, if somebody wants to ding my dong, I'm down.

Though these days my wife does all the dong dinging, so back off dudes.

Peace.

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gonna be a crowded airport restroom!