Elpo and CO.
There are at least two animal/human “urges” that cannot be denied—and a resolution being shalt with out any knowledge of what it actual was that you sought. That is eating and having sex with another human. My daughter and husband have two rescue dogs—they are brother and sister—at least by the mother of the two. These two are inside dogs and have never been around other dogs—basically, they have never talked with other dogs. They have never had sex lectures. But surprising when Louis was about 1-2 years of age---he knew that Lola's rear end was more attractive to him and his penis. How did he know this?
But even we young males---how did we have all those strange urges when merely talking with pretty girls?
I have many stories about my youthful days—therefore I have a story about the human innate urge for sex.
Short Course on the Birds and the Bees:
I do not know what the status symbols for the young teenage boys are today, but when I was their age the macho thing was to have a condom in one’s billfold. To merely have it in your billfold did not count. The clear outline of the round packet had to show in the billfold so that your fellow male friends would automatically know that each time you pulled your billfold out they could see you were a man of action. Only now can I fully admit that none of us knew what to do with a condom. Or maybe I’m merely speaking for myself!
The point being is that this visible viewing was only meant for your male peers. It was not intended for a Mother finding one in your billfold. Nor was it meant for a Mother to drop one on your chest as you were laying watching TV on the couch one afternoon and then she asks in an icy voice –“Is that yours, since I found it in your billfold?”
What was a mortified teenager going to answer to his Mother? Should I have said –“Are you going to believe your lying eyes when I tell you I have never seen it before –whatever that thing is?”
What I did that afternoon was turn into a frozen petrified mute that could not look up into my Mother’s glaring staring eyes. Luckily, my Mother did not sternly continue her conversation. She merely informed me that we would discuss this subject at a later time. Little did I know that the later time would be when my older brother arrived home later that afternoon. My brother had been my surrogate father since I was 10 years old, and he was seven years older than I.
When he arrived home, I heard my Mother in deep conversation with him. He then came into my room and told me to get up and take a walk out in the backyard. I could tell he was a little tense over something. This was very unusual for my ‘truly macho’ brother!
As we walked across the backyard and towards the barn, he suddenly stopped and pivoted on his feet towards me and blurted out –“Momma wants me to talk to you about girls. So listen up! You better listen closely because I’m not going to repeat what I have to tell you.”
With that prompt I then got my first and only “birds and the bees” lecture from a family member. My brother said, “If you get a girl in trouble, you better make damn sure she isn’t from this county or that Momma finds out about it.”
Terse words, and then he turned and walked back into the house, reaffirming for all time that he was a man that got straight to the point. Words a hormonal teenager had better heed.
And take note of them, I did! I even thought about joining the priesthood at the time, not knowing that Baptist did not have priests!
“Doesn’t it really matter what these affectionate young people do – so long as they don’t do it in the streets and frighten the horses!” –Mrs. Patrick Campbell |
