tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post8423573111953349613..comments2024-03-28T09:46:42.923-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/28/24: Silently facing ‘an ungodly, unmanly thing’Neil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-20307764114085799022021-04-16T23:47:31.696-05:002021-04-16T23:47:31.696-05:00Thank you for sharing this. It's so good to s...Thank you for sharing this. It's so good to see people being honest, and receiving support.Carenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15948322374348472360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-40623495331430907862021-04-16T16:16:04.205-05:002021-04-16T16:16:04.205-05:00How about those prostates?How about those prostates?J. Pabsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11566801024154623288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-70408056290648309882021-04-16T12:45:36.610-05:002021-04-16T12:45:36.610-05:00“Not to put too fine a point in it, men take a lot...“Not to put too fine a point in it, men take a lot of pride in their penis..."<br /><br />Please, please, don't put a point in it, fine or not.<br /><br />An interesting report about a topic I'd always thought was kinda odd, which is part of the problem for the sufferers, it would seem. I don't have bladder shyness, but I'd say I've got a bit of colon shyness, if you get what I'm saying...Jakashnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-6796966566621266882021-04-16T11:37:54.123-05:002021-04-16T11:37:54.123-05:00Something else I can rejoice that I'm not affl...Something else I can rejoice that I'm not afflicted with. When I had an angiogram a few years ago, my cardiologist fed me a whole bunch of water to test how my heart would handle the additional load. All well and good, but later in the recovery room, lying flat on my back, warned to move as little as possible for fear that the artery in which the tube had been inserted would open, I had to get rid of all that extra water, annoying the attendant nurse by calling every few minutes for a fresh bottle to fill. Glad I didn't have paruresis or even know about it then -- I think my bladder would have literally burst had I been even a little bladder shy.<br /><br />john tatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10088632798195131329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-67358799777605809932021-04-16T10:49:30.621-05:002021-04-16T10:49:30.621-05:00I've heard of it, mainly through the Ann Lande...I've heard of it, mainly through the Ann Landers column, back in the day. She, too, called it "bladder shyness"--and there were multiple letters from men who confessed an inability to urinate "under pressure"...mainly in the public bathrooms of crowded places, such as theaters, concerts, or sports venues.<br /><br />When there were a lot of antsy men in line behind the urinal, as well as other men doing their business on either side, they lost the ability to do their business quickly, thus pissing off (pun intended) those behind them. The open metal troughs at Wrigley suddenly come to mind.<br /><br />One reply about this topic was unforgettable. The writer said to visualize a running faucet...or a large waterfall. Worked like a charm. Problem solved. Other letter-writers then responded with testimonials, saying that this head trick worked for them, too. What a whiz-bang solution.<br /><br />Funny how some things will stick in your cabeza--and stay there forever.Grizz 65https://www.blogger.com/profile/02892702223228764894noreply@blogger.com