Each night, my partner and I crawl into bed. It’s the time of the evening where we are both exhausted from long days of work so we chat about what was in the news or what “unusual” thing happened that day – and often, we each pull out the book we are reading and sometimes read interesting passages to each other. The night before last, things went a little differently. Christopher, my partner, was reading his book and I had already relaxed back and started drifting slowly off to sleep. Rather suddenly, Christopher reached over and grabbed my crotch and immediately said, “You need to make this thing grow.” Being a man, the size of my genitalia is directly proportional to my self-worth, but it has never, in our 11 years together, come into question.
jaysays January 27, 2009 1