Einstein once said, “I have no special talent, I am only passionately curious”.
So, here’s my version, “I am not especially perverted, I am only passionately curious”.
Just recently, I remembered I’ve always been that way. (Mom, this is where you stop reading.) Flash back about 15 years to a secluded tree on a neighborhood boys side yard. We had created a little mud pool to put ants in hoping to watch them swim when he told me to turn around so he could pee on the tree. Instead I asked, “Can I watch?” I was so intrigued that there was no way I was going to accept that as a one time thing; I can vividly remember multiple occasions where I would be so fascinated by the fact his anatomy was different than mine. Eventually I became so “passionately curious” I would ask him to drink numerous “Yoo-hoos” until…
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