Long years ago, two different lands met, on the shaky, quite shaky bridge of the heart and promptly fell off to the depths
This land had knowledge of the heart, its desires, his land had not given him "the talk" just yet. So it fell to foreign aid to supply it.
I shall be the ambassador, thought I, the queen of hearts, the envoy of all things Love. Strangely appealing, that role. I, normally being not teacher, but taught, and still pretty green, at that.
Texas boys, at birth endowed with deep knowledge of forbidden fruit, would have laughed at this silliest of ventures.
Texas girls, knowing or not, will try anything at least once.
And so introduction began, tentatively, slowly, start, stop, start, stop, I, being careful not to frighten, or overwhelm, or put off. But he was still about two of those, and took a couple of weeks to stop shaking.
What a tender, sensitive, little faun was he! But, day by day, he became bolder, even adventurous, still ever polite. What a joy it is for a mother to see the infant say please, and take that first step...and finally walk!
So the day came for clothing to drop, no sweat. I'd years hence shed any ridiculous shame. His eyes grew so large I feared they would pop so I pulled up the sheet to save his sight. He was not a compliant patient. Soon, he couldn't stop gazing 'pon it. The Altar. The very altar from which all boys emerge, then spend the rest of their lives trying to re-enter.
I was proud, so proud it seemed such a glorious sight, until...
Oooooo, he said, It's so big!
Shhh, shhh, I whispered, I can say that about you, but you can't about that. It's... simply...not done. A big insult, you see.
Crestfallen, he begged my queenly pardon, but couldn't make himself back off.
May I touch it? asked he, politely. Of course, darlin'. It won't break.