*** Published 27 Oct 2010 ***
*** Ha, thinking back to when I originally typed this, I do remember I was going to expound more on it and explain that I don't really wish I'd gotten in more trouble, but I kinda do, but I don't, but... ***
Sometimes, when I hear friends talking about their past mischief and curiosity with their (straight or otherwise) guy friends in younger years, I feel like I really missed out not only on the whole adolescent male experimentation thing but the innocent fun nakedness. Gosh!
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> Sometimes, when I hear friends talking about their past
> mischief and curiosity with their (straight or otherwise)
> guy friends in younger years, I feel like I really
> missed out not only on the whole adolescent male experimentation
> thing but the innocent fun nakedness.
That thought has occasionally crossed my mind, but I would
have been far too much of a scaredy-cat to have participated
in such a thing, even if the opportunity had been open to me.
Also, the risk of getting caught can be pretty severe.
There used to be a somewhat sleazy TV show called "Love Line"
in which macho comedian Adam Carolla would take calls
from people ostensibly seeking sex advice. Sort of like
what Dan Savage does with his "Savage Love" podcast, but
I believe "Love Line" was pretty strictly hetero, and
Carolla could be just as nasty as Savage is sometimes,
but without any of Savage's redeeming intelligence and
insight and (occasional) compassion. Carolla's "partner in
crime" was a skinny, pasty-faced, bespectacled,
extraordinarily serious, uptight, and humorless
psychologist named "Dr. Drew" (Pinsky) who would give
the "expert" advice as a side-dish to Carolla's
smart-ass replies. Anyway, I was watching this show
once (must have been back in the 90s), and a woman
called in to say that she had inadvertently burst in
on her pubescent son and his little buddies having
a circle-jerk in the son's bedroom. You'd think, in the
90s, the "expert" advice would be such as to defuse
any fear and shame surrounding the "bust", wouldn't you?
Not a chance! I sat there and listened with a slack jaw while
Pinsky practically advised calling in the FBI! He recommended
calling all the parents of the other kids in the room
(good God, can you imagine the neighborhood relations
after that?), and also holding an inquisition to
find out who **instigated** the activity
so that young man could be singled out for special
disciplinary treatment. My God! I hope the woman wasn't
foolish enough actually to have attempted to follow
that advice, but I fear the worst.
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