I can’t say that I was exactly pleased when my friend Mr. Bill suggested these three words. Not that I am totally opposed to a bit of occasional naughtiness in these posts. Yet as a phrase these three words are rather graphic. Indeed my first thought was that I might not be able to find a safe for work, non-pornographic image. And indeed the first several pages of image results for these words were porn. But I came across this 1949 painting of Abraham Lincoln wrestling with Jack Armstrong. Although truth be told, if the image were cropped to eliminate the spectators, it could be the first illustration in a gay porn story about wrestlers. Sometimes, it seems to me, the best porn consists of written stories, where you only see the dirty action in your own imagination. Video is great but it is also quite limiting.
I remember when I was a small child, my grandmother taught me to iron handkerchiefs. It was so simple really, ironing the square good and flat and then pressing it again each time you folded it, until it was a small square ready to go in a pocket. That I grew up to be the sort of person who never ever irons his clothes is perhaps an irony my dear Gran (who was from Germany and worked for many years as a cleaning lady) probably would not appreciate. Although to be fair, she more raised me to be the sort of person who had a great cleaning lady to take care of his clothes. My huzband gets this, even if some of my readers will not.
I suppose I should now write this third paragraph as a paean to licking ice cream or some such non-sense. Though I have to confess that given the g-string I’ve been given, my thoughts this morning about the word licked definitely tend towards the adult rather than innocuous sweets. Part of me thinks it’s a bit unfair to have accepted the words and not really written about them. And yet I am quite certain that I don’t want to write anything on this blog about my pornographic thoughts about licking guys who wrestle under their g-strings. So I suppose this is about the best I can do.