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: November
2004: Whiskey
Dick
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More than anything
else, men fear impotence. They know that
even one limp-dicked episode can have drastic,
life-altering results. At the very least,
the poor fellow's unsatisfied lover will
go blabbin' to all the girls in town that
he's a dud in the sack, leading to embarrassment,
job loss, severe social ostracism, and a
life of eating potato chips in front of
the TV on Friday nights. That's at the very
least. At worst, we're talking about
murder-suicides and an eventual episode
of Forensic Files.
And yet most
males reading this, if they bear the merest
scrap of honesty within their horny, fatty-acid-strangled
hearts, would admit that at least once in
their lives, they have suffered the abject
humiliation of erectile
dysfunction,
known in some circles as
"not getting a boner."
Judging from our extensive marketing research
regarding our readership, it's safe to assume
that in many of your cases, there's a correlation
between drug
use
and subsequent bedroom
failure.
I know this to be true because intoxicants
are spread throughout the sex industry like
butter on toast.
Living
as Sanctified American Adults in a free
nation that bombs whomever the
fuck we WANNA bomb, we ingest intoxicants
primarily for PLEASURE. It simply FEELS
GOOD to slam down drinks, shoot up heroin,
and sit around in a drum circle puffing
on a hookah with a bunch of smiling, socially
conscious friends.
Our stinking
lust for pleasure is likewise fulfilled
in the sex act and its bawdy carnal delights.
For the average male--or, in my case, the
above-average male--the brain floods
with Happy Juice whenever we're sticking
it to a chick like a sand shark burrowing
deep inside a wet pile of beachfront property.
Sex
and drugs. Two
roads leading straight to Pleasureville.
Combined, sex
and drugs are the chocolate and peanut butter
of sensuality, a Reese's Cup of unbridled
indulgence and satisfaction. Drugs, as all
of us know from hard experience, are often
used to enhance sex. Behold the foofy
hipsters wearing their chic clothing at
all the trendy nightspots, readying themselves
for the rigors of alterna-coitus by toting
a cigarette in one hand and a martini in
the other, slinking off to the bathroom
to snort poppers and rocky piles of Peruvian
Marching Powder. You know the type--they
pout their lips and flutter their eyelashes.
They soak their brains in red wine, green
bud, and China White.
Sex and drugs.
Drugs and sex. It's a Pleasure Train.
The fun is often
derailed, though, when the drugs get in
the way of the sex. It's almost as
if the drugs get jealous of the sex
and try to prevent you from having a threesome
with it. Given the right dosage, alcohol
and certain drugs can impede or even prevent
an erection by altering blood flow to a
guy's ding-diddy-dong. Sip a li'l too much
sauce or toot a li'l too much blow, and
you might find that your once-proud Love
Loaf is reduced to a soft, watery blob of
uncooked pizza dough. Or just keep drinking
and smoking like you've been doing, and
you'll be flaccid in a few years anyway.
But since I
care about you like no other writer on earth
is even CAPABLE of caring, since I've invested
considerable prayer, emotion, and ball sweat
in the idea that one day you'll actually
FIND a girl willing to go home with you
and that once you're there, you'll be able
to perform with some level of rudimentary
adequacy, I'm going to hold your soft little
hand and guide you through the potential
hazards of drug-induced impotence.
In Shakespeare's
immortally faggy words, excessive drinking
"provokes the desire but takes away the
performance." Nary a man among us, and scarcely
even a boy, can honestly claim they've never
been "too drunk to fuck." Through the ages,
how many millions of drooling drunken males
have vainly tried to squash their wormy-soft
anti-erections inside their repelled lovers'
giney-holes? How many brave lady citizens
have toiled for hours, their jaws sore from
sucking on their sloshed boyfriends' soft
candy cocks? Long-term
alcohol use ravages the liver and fries
the nervous system. The neural connections
between the pituitary gland and the genitals
are damaged. Testosterone plummets, leading
to the syndrome referred to as "Whiskey
Dick" or, in the UK, "Brewer's Droop." In
severe cases, the hormonal damage wrought
by alcohol can even cause men to grow breasts.
Ewww! Prolonged alcohol use damages
penile nerves and can cause permanent impotence,
even if the person quits drinking.
So keep drinking,
assholes, and give me your girlfriend's
phone number while you're at it. She's
gonna need me in a few years.
Although nicotine
is so pervasive that few consider it a
drug, it is actually the most addictive
psychoactive compound known to mankind,
the only intoxicant which a user craves
a mere half-hour after receiving a fix.
Studies have shown that smoking as few
as two cancer sticks before sex will cause
a dramatic decrease in blood flow to the
peeny-ween. Chronic tobacco use permanently
impairs circulatory function, leading
to a smoker's hack and a limp noodle--one
more reason to quit the World's Dumbest
Habit.
Reefer's proponents
tout its alleged aphrodisiac qualities
and its use by herbalists throughout history
to cure impotence. But the Assembled Enemies
of Stoners Everywhere cite studies claiming
that long-term tokers risk a permanent
drop in testosterone, resulting in penile
limplitude, lower sperm counts, and possibly
even an embarrassing case of THC-induced
man-boobs. They claim that chemicals in
marijuana play havoc with the brain's
neurotransmitters, leading to impotence,
heartbreak, and always forgetting where
you left your keys.
I disagree
(except for the part about the keys).
I've smoked BALES of the shit over the
years and never had problems raising my
joint.
Coke's legendary
status as Feel Good Sexual Space Candy
is at least partially deserved, yet there
exists a dark side...a shame-
riddled side...a droopy side...which
threatens to strike the genital regions
of males who either do too much at one
time or even a thousand little bumps over
a long time. Although moderate doses affect
neurotransmitters in a way that boosts
sexual performance, additional blasts
may actually reverse the chemical equation.
Blood flees the penis, leading to a thousand
shriveled rock-star cocks surrounded by
three thousand yawning hookers.
The tweaker
world--a dazzling, loving, wondrous, sun-dappled
community of caring souls who seek to
get through life AS QUICKLY AS THEY FUCKING
CAN--refers to meth-induced impotence
as "Crystal Dick," an exasperating thimble-sized
shrinkage of the wiggity-wang that maddeningly
coincides with a Neanderthal sex drive.
Like its older,
richer, more well-liked brother cocaine,
the decidedly déclassé family
of speed variants can have conflicting
results on sexual performance. Depending
on a man's tolerance, he's either hammering
nails in the wall with his dick...or he's
trying to find it with a magnifying glass.
Who cares
whether or not junkies can get it up?
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