But for one week a year Black Rock Desert is most assuredly the shirt cocking capital of the world. Cock and Ball Ah, you lucky uninitiated, to know not the likes of shirt cocking. To have never seen the wrinkled, dangling horror of it all. Let us take a second; we’ll let you enjoy this last moment of peace. For once you are told, or worse, have seen it, the image will be with you till the day you die. The color doesn’t matter though I’ve noticed they tend to be white. It’s quite warm out and to protect himself from the sun this man is wearing a hat. Sometimes a baseball cap but more often a wide-brimmed straw numberThis man is also wearing socks and shoes. There will be none of this 1970’s ABA Basketball style with white tube socks pulled over-the-calf with three colored bands around the top. He may be a shirt cocker but one fashion faux pas does not necessarily deserve another. It is, perhaps, the worst fashion statement ever, excepting of course grown women in stirrups. And for some inexplicable reason shirt cocking is very, very popular with the older male set. It is also popular with the under two-years-of-age set. They carry umbrellas a lot, which is odd because you can’t cover your cock with an umbrella. When a shirt cocker walked by they would load and fire pants at him from 100 yards away. I’ll point we’ll ride over in a wide arc to get the view from the front. You can’t really appreciate the sheer absurdity until you get the view from the front. You are left with half shins, knees (so ridiculous), and a pair of thighs all as a set to frame – a Cock and Balls. Shirt cocking highlights the utter absurdity of a cock and balls. The sad, useless droop of the whole thing swinging willy nilly with the roll of your walk. Actually, it’s the balls wrapped in their wrinkled bag that do the swinging. The cock tends to bob up and down more, landing on the sack of balls and then rebounding back out into the air. Swinging and bobbing, bobbing and swinging, it’s the cock and ball dance. And nothing gives you a better view than shirt cocking. I think what makes it most ridiculous is that it is like a backwards striptease. Can you imagine someone coming out on stage and taking their pants off first. The stripper exposes the least important or least erotic parts first. Things that are still covered are more prized, more erotic. The exposed curves of the top of the body give a framework from which to see the bottom of the body. Shirt cocking comes from an erotic and aesthetic Hades. But one day I found myself threatening my friend Carrie with shirt cocking. She’d shake her head and grimace and place her hand before her eyes as if to block even the thought of the image. I’d walk up to her and start to undo my pants and she’d shoot her hand up. It got so all I had to do was cock my head a certain way and her eyes would close, her head were turn and her hand would go up, a triple defense. Dominic and Reynaldo saw them all the time on the Playa, usually with the tip fitted inside a plastic bottle so I could pee. But seeing them shouldn’t have been that big a deal. I had more than one conversation with Carrie with my T-shirt on, pants down and her eyes closed. That may seem strange, but those are the circles I run in. Carrie was holding court on a porch, smoking a cigarette, probably scoring some gossip. Then I stepped out of the darkness and said in as benign a voice as I could muster, “Hey Carrie. Everyone else was just sitting there staring at this man who, for some unknown reason, had taken off his pants. And Carrie, that includes me with my slightly red barnyard balls. I frequently sit up in bed and work on my laptop, and with no heat in my apartment I seriously need a shirt to keep from freezing my cherished tits off, pretty much year round. Thank u(about 12 hours ago)@GoodVibesMA someone to write a monthly piece abt sex from an informational/educational perspective(about 16 hours ago)@GoodVibesMA i am looking 4 a guest blogger 2 write abt sex 4 my blog(about 21 hours ago)RT @ News from a Bedroom is out.