The Uphill Slide

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Sex Sells

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Or alluding to it. The headline planted a huge protruding penis in my mind positioned on the body of a porn star. Can you see it?

The condom stretched for a super-sized penis was instead stuffed with $7800 street value of heroin. Maybe that penis was actually junior-size because surely super-size would be worth more than that! Was this roll like a burrito? Or more like a hot dog or sausage or cucumber or eggplant? But the journalist chose a burrito to draw you to the border crossing between Nogales, Arizona and Nogales, Sonora.

Speaking of sex, I started listening to Ladies, We Need To Talk. Cutting edge honesty about things women seldom talk about openly to anyone. We are isolated by our embarrassment. Thinking or fearing we are different from the rest of our gender.

Speaking of sex, a woman sat down next to me at the gym. I had my headphones in but that didn’t stop her from asking for help to adjust her bike. I resigned myself to conversation about Hollywood. Meryl Streep in The Post (haven’t seen it yet). She’s wonderful. Robert Wagner who is again a person of interest in his wife’s death. How romantic I thought their story of second chances. Steven Spielberg. He worked for Rod Serling on The Twilight Zone (I did not know that.) And without an inkling of how we switched, Masters and Johnson. They had sex for science. They were both married. Well, what better reason than sex in the name of research? I speculated they were pioneers but we haven’t come very far in the intervening years. In a lurid and titillating way but not so much in the scientific and open honest way.

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