Thanks to everyone for your lovely birthday wishes. I not only survived it but had a nice day. MUCH better than my birthday several years ago.
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Okay, now to the post...
This is an absolute true story.
was just about to turn 55 (which is traumatic enough). It was 11:15 at
night. I was watching this documentary series on HBO about the Porn
industry. Hey, it just happened to be on.
They were asking various porn stars a series of questions. One of the questions was “What WON’T you do?”
by one they listed all manner of depraved acts. No
double-penetration. No triple-penetration. No groups more than ten.
No animals. No S & M. No vegetables. They were rattling off kinky
and disgusting acts I didn’t even know were possible. The most
humiliating, degrading sexual requests you could ever imagine.
they get to one girl who says, “Hey, whatever. They’re paying me.
I’ll do just about anything…” and then she added, “As long as it’s not
with a guy who’s like 55.”
was it. My life was over. Torture was fine. Goats were fine. But
sex with a 55 year old, that’s where you draw the line.
that birthday in a fetal position under my desk familiarizing myself
with what benefits I was entitled to under Medicare.