Baby, You Can Touch My Junk or Fear Not the Friendly Skies

By Will Shonbrun Like all of you I was born totally immodest. For a few years there I didn’t care who saw, or for that matter handled, my so-called private parts. Naked came we and propriety be damned. Then we learned that was b-a-d; we were not to go flouncing our nakedness about. We were […]