Around the time I (an eventual transsexual, to the surprise of none) turned 18 a bunch of the old dudes I knew would try to give me "life advice" all like "Here's what a Young Man(tm) needs to know before embarking upon the perilous journey to adulthood" and then they'd say just the most insane shit. Like "You have to be very careful because the world is full of malicious underage girls who'll try to trick you into having sex with them so you'll get in trouble" or "You should just go ahead and break up with your partner now before you leave town because once you're away you'll be helpless to stop the shadow legions of beautiful single women from tricking you into having sex with them, it's basically inevitable." And I'd be like "Boss, I don't think those are real scenarios that happen to people that often, I think you individually might just be a rotten son of a bitch" and the old dude would shake his head in gentle, paternal rebuke and be like "Ah, you poor, untested ingenue, you only think that because you haven't seen The Real World(tm) yet"
One of the most baffling conversations I've ever had with another person was on my 18th birthday my dad asked if I wanted to go to New Orleans so we could go to a strip club. And I said some words to the effect of "No, man, I actually don't wanna go get a boner with my dad, that sounds weird as hell." And he looked so disappointed. Like he'd spent every day these past 18 years eagerly awaiting the day we could go on our father-son boner adventure and I'd just shattered all of his hopes and dreams.
And like I still think about that years later. I like titties and I like hanging out w/ my dad but the construct here proposed is not a peanut butter cup, it is an ice cream cheeseburger. What an awkward way to spend an evening, getting a boner with your dad. And like what happens after? What happens when we've decided our desire to look at titties has been sated and we call it a night? Do we just drive 2 hours home from New Orleans without looking at each other?
But I've conversated abt this w/ other people and apparently my dad is normal and I'm the freak. Apparently my read on his reaction was absolutely correct. Apparently lots and lots of dads present and historical think that the perfect gift to give your 18-year-old son is a trip to the strip club so father and son can get boners together.
Glad 2 have unsubscribed from whatever the fuck that mess is
