Family Business

A really long time ago, when I was very, very young, I remember Saturday afternoon chats with my dad in the basement bathroom.

He was constantly working (both career-work and home-type-work) so that was one of the only times he ever seemed available to me.

Initially I think it caught him off guard when I wandered into his concrete sanctuary, but he humored me.

He humored me long enough that I remember our talks as a “habit” or custom.

Inevitably, one day I noticed he had a penis.

Since I didn’t (and still don’t 😉 ), I asked him about it.

(Naturally. What else would I do?)

That conversation abruptly ended and we never had another.

I don’t even remember if he explained to me what it was…