I’m happy to be a bloke, I think, but sometimes I’m not happy being a bloke in the Stitch and Toothless shirt latetwentieth century. Sometimes I’d rather be my dad. He never had to worry about delivering the goods, because he never knew that there were any goods to deliver; he never had to worry about how he ranked in my mother’s all-time hot one hundred, because he was first and last on the list. Wouldn’t it be great if you could talk about this sort of thing to your father? One day, maybe, I’ll try.
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Dad, did you ever have to worry about the Stitch and Toothless shirt female orgasm in either its clitoral or its (possibly mythical) vaginal form? Do you, in fact, know what the female orgasm is? What about the G-spot? What did ‘good in bed’ mean in 1955, if it meant anything at all? When was oral sex imported to Britain? Do you envy me my sex life, or does it all look like terribly hard work to you? Did you ever fret about how long you could keep going for, or didn’t you think about that sort of thing then