Yare pregnant
words he didnt ask not once even having three children he couldnt imagine
once the male rite of passage was
buying rubbers
they were tucked safely behind the pharmacists
he had to stepup step into the breach and speakBARK
anhe barked like a big
dog because he never wanted to ask incredulously dumbly Yare pregnant
then ’65 rolled around
the game changed
the rite
castrated
Planned Parenthood in its
infinite wisdom won their US Supreme Court victory Griswold v. Connecticut
anwhile he wasnt
chasing tail then he understood its ramifications
leaving home years later dating (rubbers burning a hole in his pocket) if the evening went that way and the girl
said Don’t, we don’t need that; I’m on the pill. hed say Prove it
What?
I wanna see
You want to see what?
I want to see your dispenser
You got balls.
I do hence why I wanna see with
my own eyes
that abruptbrief dialog he knew the risk killed several amorous adventures
but better safe than really fuckin sorry
besides not that the girl knew a rubberthose
rubbers then thick were quite desensitising he was often a handsfree lifelike dildo hed ream till they screamed and over their
panting hed ask Could ya help a brother
out
lotsa
head
lotsa 69s
he was grateful had grateful lovers
the Pill was a gamechanger
warm naturallylubricated sex was
the best
though it amped his sensitivity
and he wasnt the handsfree lifelike dildo he once was
but reloaded
he could roll one on
and there was a good chance a
passionate STOP would
ensue I’M TOO SENSITIVE then hed counter
that with a good oldfashion tonguelashing
a
couplethree times he seriously thought they broke his nose
but fuck a small price to pay
and for his disciplinehis mindfulness
never did ask Yare pregnant
1947 or 747, 7 4.
21, Twosday
1047, Monday,
12 4. 21
