(I’m re-posting this for my new friends who may have missed it, enjoy)
Medicated Powder. I don’t know about you, but I am always cognizant of maintaining my male hygiene.
It’s something my father taught me when I was child. “Son, there is nothing worse than a guy with a stinky crotch,” he used to tell me.
When I was about 12 years old, while most fathers were teaching their young boys about sex education, my father took me to Walgreens to introduce me to my first medicated powder. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
We walked into the store and headed directly to the back where all the powders were kept next to the Vaseline, lubricants and condoms. (back then, condoms weren’t locked up)
The pharmacist asked my father if we needed any help. “No thanks buddy, just buying my son some crotch powder. He’s about that age now,” he said with a proud smile. I looked straight down and wanted to jump off a bridge.
I didn’t want anyone to think that I had a smelly crotch. I was praying that I didn’t see anyone from my school in the store. It was one thing to be the shy kid or the new kid at school; but the kid with the smelly crotch, that would surely lead to me becoming a serial killer one day. Continue reading