I’m on the G train at 7 a.m. en route to Brooklyn.
There’s a young Asian boy sitting next to me clearly on his way to school, 11 years old, maybe 12, Googling penises on his phone.
At first I think, Susannah, you’re not wearing glasses. Maybe they’re trees, or some video game that looks like porn upside down. Mind your own business.
Yeah, fat fucking chance, especially where a kid’s concerned.
Miss, she can’t control herself, reports for duty.
I slip my readers on, and low and behold…
THEY ARE PENISES IN MANY SHAPES AND SIZES.
What is he doing, comparison shopping? And on the train no less.
My friend Jack, when I told him the story said, you’d think he’d do that in the privacy of his room. Yeah well, providing it was, I’m a horny kid just learning the ins and outs of what’s suddenly going on down my cargo pants.
I’m thinking, peer pressure. Someone made fun of him in a locker room, or he has a mean, hung older brother. Maybe even a girl he likes, already sporting boobs, said something.
My mind is off to the racy races. As he shopped schlongs like it was the Spiegel Catalog, I imagine all kinds of inappropriate behavior, my Connecticut aroused like whatever that site has on special.
As sneaky as I can be about tossing in my two cents, I truly don’t know what to say to help this boy my instincts say, is critically troubled.
I smile when I get up to leave, hoping it might inspire encouragement though, somehow doubt it…sigh.
It’s tough being so young, still a kid in many respects, about to take that giant leap into manhood.
I hope he finds what he’s looking for and it somehow makes things better, and possibly, a little bigger.