SENSITIVE MEN

When I left the bar I knew I had set off a nuclear device. Whatever conversation remained before closing was going to be vociferous and darned well toxic. Which the owner acknowledged.

"Hey Kurt, I made them talk about "it"!"

"Gee thanks man."

For a few hours I had enjoyed the refreshing conversation of a smoker of very similar pipe tobacco to my own -- we exchanged pouches for at least one bowlful -- who had also been involved in the tobacco trade. When he left, one of the other people there asked me about modern life.

As any man would, I waxed ecstatic. Thirty years ago, if you wanted a tobacco that you had heard of, but your tobacconist didn't carry, it was "try this which we do have, or good frikkin' luck". Now they tell you 'good frikkin' luck' and minutes later it could be heading your way thanks to the internet.
Best possible times.

"But what about porn?"

Okay, still best of times. We've seen more super realistic live action on our computers than we could ever have dreamed of thirty years ago!
Thank heavens for the internet!

At that point, all hell broke loose.

Desensitization, g-spot, clitoris, and nipple. Nothing in the world is quite like a bunch of cigar smokers waxing both sensitive and intensitive over computer-age pornography.
I made sure that they all knew about the g-spot before I left.
And pointed out that it sharpened all the senses.
To see it in action on screen.

"G-spot, clitoris, and nipple"

The owner thanked me sneeringly when I left. Thanks to me and my effusive praise of internet smut, he had to listen for half an hour more to discussions of g-spots, clitorides, and nipples.


There's nothing quite like a bunch of tipsy cigar-smokers discussing female sexuality to end the night.




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