Life, and the Meaning of Ass

Some things rise and fall. Some things fall away. But the ass is with us, always. If you are blessed with a great ass, all you have to do to maintain it is to perform a bit of exercise now and then, or have one of those butt-lift operations that I hear they do in Brazil. Tits may come and tits will surely fall, but if your ass falls, it is your own damn fault.

It is said that there are tit men, ass men, and leg men. Do not believe this. All men are all of those things. Especially the tit and ass parts. Be there a man so dead that he cannot rise to the occasion of the sighting of a great pair of boobies or glutes, no matter which he says he prefers?

And can any so-called leg man out there say that he would not love a beautiful pair of tits or ass cheeks shoved into his face?

Yes, I've been around the block a bit--hell, I helped them rewrite the map.

The saddest thing is, things do not stay the same. When I was in high school, my darling (gay) friend Mike grabbed my ass one day, in front of several of our friends and screamed, "Oh my gawd! It's as hard as a rock!"

That was 30 some years ago. Today, my ass is not so hard. Firm, yes, but no longer hard. Maybe if I took up bicycling again?

Happy Holiday!

July 3rd is Stay Out of the Sun day. I just heard about it this morning, and I believe that this may become my new second favorite holiday, after Halloween of course. I celebrated by staying inside and cooking things and reading things and drinking things. I may not fear the reaper, but I do have a cautious respect/bit of an aversion thing going on with Old Sol.