speaking of boners, i was thinking about dogs, how if you just pet their head sometime they might get a boner. mister got a boner when kumar touched him today. kumar said mister's an angel. funny, a dog angel getting a boner for a fellow who was from a culture where dogs are untouchable. i love this place. r. said mister never gets a boner when they kiss on each other but i think she just didn't notice. he sometimes gets a boner when i hug him but he rarely kisses me. then again he often gets a boner when he scoots his butt and smiles. r. patched my old jeans and left a hole in the groin area and i said was that deliberate? i imagined if i was like a kid or dog i might get a boner with the merest breeze or thought or touch and pop goes the weasel. funny how we fellows learn to suppress this natural phenomenon perforce, and dogs get to hang a whizz any old time and pop a boner in the breeze with a smile. john who has a mysterious allergy and who ate dogs on three separate occasions loves mister and yet doesn't touch him because of his mysterious allergy and mister gets excited but doesn't get a boner, maybe sensing that he may get eaten if he shows too much interest. i reckon i'm glad i don't get boners all the time like a young pup or an old dog. i'm glad mister can be my surrogate dog in this respect. when i was thirteen i was perpetually embarrassed. nowadays i sometimes feel stifled by the social contract. guess it's a compromise.