In the mornings when I’m getting ready for work, I listen to Lisa Landry on Pandora. Despite her being a stand-up comedian, her antidotes can be terrifying. A domestic soothsayer of sorts, she can warn of the trials and errors of marrying the wrong man, the man obsessed with recipes, siring a son, and having dedicated bowls for keys; motherhood as a forced burden -not a blessed reward. This morning my mind began to drift to the time when I first—and coincidentally last time—ever douched. My first—and only—girlfriend, BobbySue Elisabeth Dawn McGraw insisted upon me having the experience. Said nothing could make you feel, cleaner. I remembered the rush of mint on the insides, an enema for the soul, tingling, the ultimate hygiene. I’ve only read one account on the act of female douching and it was written by Stephen King in ‘ The Dead Zone’ . The female character Sarah uses it to supplement sex, in order to quell her sex drive, to the point of it hurting her. And I rea
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