The brain says “it is impossible
And then there’s the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can’t touch, or at lips that don’t smile at me. Or hips that don’t reach for me. And hearts that don’t beat for me.
You can tell a rider’s fitness by the shape of his ass and the veins in his legs.
To hear them talk one would have thought they had no legs, natural functions or knowledge of the wicked world.