Wow, I had no idea the thread would take off like this…
Ok, yes, there are a ton and a half of jokes. My good frinds refer to that little ball of Nitrogen (or whatever it is) in the bottom of a can of guiness as “Tristan’s Ball”. It’s all in good fun.
As far as I know, my testosterone is fine. I get angry, and horny, just like everyone else. And I hardly spot at all on my period…
Just kidding. But seriously, body hair and everything. I am a tad overweight, but I think of that more as a result of genetic disposition and incredibly bad eating habits. When I do work out, I shed weight fairly quickly.
beagledave- No, but if I stretch and breath right, I can sling it over my soldier, as if I were a soldier of some sort.
dorkusmalorkusmafia- if I had a camera, I would share. I have little to no body modesty. My hippy mother, I think.
mom, and those concerned- My mother and I have one of the oddest relationships I’ve ever seen. I have no problem discussing this sort of thing. In fact, she may be able to provide info I don’t know, or have forgotten.
miamouse- I’ve been assured by ex-wife and my family that I have my hand in my pants as much as any other guy. I’m no Al Bundy, but I have my moments…
Turbo Dog- I’ve known all the lyrics since I was 12. Love that song. Heard it today, in fact.
others- I myself have been really surprised to learn just how versatile the gonads are. While I sometimes wonder what differences may be, I really don’t know. All of puberty and beyond has been a one-ball adventure, so I have no basis for comparison.
And it pretty much just hangs in the middle.