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It’s late and I don’t know what to do with my hands. I would rather be asleep, hands tossing and turning but at least with purpose. I made a fake discovery or a real one. I was watching some weird ass show; Michelle Rodriquez is this dude who’s a hitman. For complicated vengeance Sigourney weaver drugged her and did a sex change operation. She wasn’t that convincing a dude, no offense to her craft, bad choice for director. So, there’s this scene with full frontal male nudity, something a few decades ago didn’t happen outside of the porn genre. It happens often enough on TV now. Probably because of Richard Gere and Dennis Quaid showing their ass (or ass double) in many of their films. Hell, even randy Quaid did, I think, I had my eyes closed.

Anyhow, full frontal male nudity. I think they use a stock cock; it’s always a bit dark, flaccid, or at least hanging instead of pointing, which gives the illusion and/or the truth of a larger organ. It’s the same dick in Game of Thrones, Banshee and your other dick shot shows. I’m telling you it’s the same dick, not a stunt dick, but, perhaps, a dick double. That guy either gets a lot of work or he sold permission and they cut and paste. If you are male, much like me, just the idea of cutting and pasting my dick makes me cross my legs.

Speaking of Dicks, I was at Dicks sporting goods. They were having a big sale. This lady was returning a pair of orange and white compression tights. The guy asked why she was returning them, he didn’t seem interested in asking or the answer; I think it’s a management/paperwork thing. She gave him a withering look, stretched the pants as far as they could go, and nodded towards her ass. The guy had the good sense not to laugh. He said “I understand”. It could have gone either way for him, but, last I saw him he was breathing, pupils neither dilated nor empty. He said “Thank you ma’am, store credit, cash or exchange?” Withering.

Finally wrestled the bike off the trainer and rode to the swamp. It felt good. It feels a little tender now not in places I expected. Though I was happy to stand up riding more often than usual. The feeling of cycling is just plain old good, even when, or always when, your first wind is gone and your second wind is being interrogated by customs and missed the shuttle. It’s the way the wind, real or self-made, DIY wind, blows at your face and hair, how you can almost steer entirely by shifting balance, and it’s like doing laundry or dishes, you have time to think profound stuff about shit n things.

Ok, shut up. I got a new fitness tracker at Dicks, 50 percent marked down (when a product is sold in many places and you’ve been tracking it, you know the price, know whether it was marked down 50 after being marked up 45 percent. I’m compulsive, but … but … but it’s a Garmin with built in GPS, I’m even going to add an exclamation point ! See, toldja.