'Happy with my foreskin'

Good take by Esquire feature writer:

http://www.esquire.com/blogs/news/happy-with-my-foreskin?src=spr_FBPAGE&spr_id=1456_13846506

I'd wager my penis is cleaner than average because I'm mindful of its upkeep and rubbing soap on it feels amazing. Unlike the doorknobs of dead flesh wielded by so many of my American cousins, the head of my penis remains, almost forty years after its construction, spectacularly sensitive. I don't know what sex is like for circumcised men, but I know it's not as good as it is for me. They have rods; my full brothers and I have lightning rods.

 

Which Esquire writer is writing the story about why his asshole orgasms are like lightning storms -- so electric and intense -- because he has exercised his prostate through hearty doses of penetration for years.

 

The writer:

 

I once read a column about a circumcised man trying to re-grow his foreskin with weights and pulleys.

 

Good God.

Great writer, but I really hope he doesn't complain about the ridicule that comes his way after the latest "look at me" article.

And, I must say, I am very pleased with my "cut dick". Would not want the alternative.

 

Do we start three other threads for the other Esquire feature writers who wrote about their penis and their son's penis or just pretend this Esquire feature writer was alone on this and wrote it out of the blue, and, yuck, penis?

 

I didn't see those. This was the one that was linked by Esquire on my Facebook feed. The magazine must have wanted to promote it.

 

None of the other three are quite as "boastful" or worthy of ridicule as Jones'.

And, I'm sure any of them could have declined to participate in the "round table" if they had so chosen. This is Esquire trying to have their own unique take on the Royal birth, and it's ridiculous.

 

Maybe that's why Jones never got very good at cunnilingus, he just had such an advantage in the intercourse game that he never developed the proverbial left-handed shot.

 

Man, if you can't occasionally go left you're really going to have trouble opening up the lane.

 

So is this what the world has come to? Writing about our dicks as though every Tom, Dick and Harry would give a rats tail? Sounds like this writer needs new subject matter.

 

There cannot be a more ignorant sentence construction than, "I don't know what . . . . , but I know it's not . . . "