When as a young man, destined for great loverdom, he first came across a clitoris—or rather, didn't—he said it was like parting a curtain to seek some wily genie.
And he soon found himself asking himself whether there was such a thing as Triple Clitoris syndrome?
Or did this 'genie' wander? Today here, gone tomorrow.
He didn't know. Thing disappeared, moved. You half saw it, you didn't. You felt it, you didn't.
Instinctively he knew this needed study—pretty intense study, at that.
'Now where to?' he'd ask.
'A little to the left...,' she'd day. And he'd try.
'Higher.' Higher? Earlier it had been lower. Anyway, remained unseen, unfelt.
'Where to now?' he'd persist.
He said in a way this was not very different from watching his dad navigate a car through unfamiliar terrain with his mom reading the map and giving directions. It had that same feeling, but you couldn't say anything.
Nonetheless study he would, master this he had to.
'You have the patience of a ghost,' one more skilled teacher/partner said mysteriously.
Apparently he was still learning.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
