As usual, I like my title better…
I’m not even gonna peek at the comments.
So until I read that Toronto Life piece, I had no clue that somehow—in the interim—mundane, matter-of-fact male sexuality had progressed (if that’s quite the word) to include apparently impossible-to-resist wearable fake penises.
I then shared the call girl’s comments with my Facebook friends. To a man (and woman) they expressed surprise and disgust.
Now, you might object that they weren’t likely to have any other response, and you could be right. However, the point is, that 2010 article was my first clue that the “strap-on”—despite the negative reaction of everyone I knew, and it being one of the tackier and more ridiculous-looking sex toys (which is really saying something)—was penetrating the mainstream (or at least the cult-stream).
