In thepicture, Carl was wearing a wedding dress and smiling. He was holdingthe bouquet and his father was dressed in a tux with his arm aroundCarl's ...houlders. There were several other pictures of the family on themantle. In any picture that should contain his mother, he saw himself inher clothes posing instead. He didn't see any pictures of himself as aboy. There were only pictures of him wearing his mother's clothes, hisfather, his two sisters and the dog.Inside he looked at himself in. I wait in my place.Upon the floor.For her to rise,Wanting to see her breastsBounce back,Full and round and firmAs balloons ascendingInto Heaven above.ANDROGYNOUS PARADEIn the parade,An androgynous face,Like a girl'sAnd a boy's,So feminineAnd masculineIt's impossible to sayWhich he or she may be;Although the mustacheAnd goatee suggestBalls,The buoyant breastsBouncy and full,Despite the line of hairIn the cleavage between the two,IndicateOva,And there is no wayTo tell,For he or she wears. Do not ask me how. I just do it. The oval shape of it is absolutely perfect. The narrow point of the top allows for easy entrance. I can feel my fleshy curtains part and accept my oval bedpost with ease since it always got so wet. I loved the feeling of how my labia stretched to slip over it to accommodate its fullness. I especially loved how my lips folded over the indentation in the wood once the oval shape had filled me. My labia became an elastic band that spread to accommodate a foreign. ”“I could mess up my hair.”“Wouldn’t make a difference.”“I could tell you that I think that your penis is very attractive and just the right size.”“There is that uncomfortable thing.”“You don’t like women looking at your penis?”“I can’t remember that last time a woman looked at my penis, so I don’t remember if I like it or not.”“It was 9 years ago.”“Now you knowing that is uncomfortable, right?”A very drunk guy walked into the restroom as we walked out and back into the main room of the bar. I.