I only have one "sex" story that I used to share in public. I was 16 years old and working at the ghetto grocery store that was a few blocks from my parents' house. One winter night around 9 p.m. I was rounding up the last of the shopping carts in the parking lot. This tiny little rusted out piece-of-shit sedan was a rockin'.
It started with Body Shaming by Kate, then her husband Andy and her friend What's Her Name shamed my face. What could be fucking be left to make fun of? My skin.
Saturday morning there were 3 cookies left -- the Savage chocolate chip cookies with just the right amount of crack. "Those are for you and your brother," the Bear said. "You figure out how to share them."
Fucking 57-years-old and what do you get? Another participation trophy and deeper in debt.
The rules for what makes a man are changing, but that doesn't give any of you a license to become a complete pussy.