no mistake you morbid, you think, reading the title of the post, this time we are talking about Kamasutra positions and a bedroom ... I would like to talk about very different positions, those who take in embarrassing situations, at least once in their lifetime.
recall with horror an activity that was in elementary school: no, not the balls, and even the "dots" (in the sting of the paper with a pin-that stupid game). I speak of wheelbarrow.
What a dirty mind could have invented this kind of game? A child walks on his arms while another boy held his legs. The effort that this position requires, at the age of 7 / 8 years, it is indescribable, at least I remember it as huge, and I could not do that a few centimeters.
As a child I could hardly then have to squat to pee, when my dad, with the option to make it up, I suggested: "Go behind that pine, there are none."
And I, trying not to step on some snake dozing or some cow poop, and glancing furtively to make sure there really was no one within a few kilometers, takes about fifteen minutes to "do the job" ...
what I wrote in post on "positions" will help you understand why. In addition, the refreshing mountain air flaps of skin that usually are covered not just the maximum of the needle.
Several years ago, we were in their early twenties, her friend Paola and I decided to follow the example of two dear friends, and agreed to a trial lesson Kachukembo, a martial art.
Of course, like the other beginners, I had much difficulty keeping certain positions, which honestly seemed to me a bit 'absurd, such as doing push-ups on the fingers (ahhhhh), or stand still for minutes on one leg .... but to be honest I do not even turn somersaults could own good: than I was at least 20 years!
Then, when you grow up you realize that there are places far worse, more uncomfortable and much, much more embarrassing. The position in which a woman must feel when you visited the gynecologist is something that can traumatize two brackets supporting legs spread while a 1000-watt beacon lights "open" your intimate areas that two eyes peering from close range. What could be more embarrassing? And if those two
eyes belong to a gynecologist as the one that occurred to me before the last tour, things are even worse: I could not believe it when I was approached in the waiting room, I thought it was some kind of receptionist, even though seemed suitable for the role: a woman about 50 years, without shirts, flannel trousers and sweatshirt fleece (yeah, like those used for skiing) red shoes with rubber soles, short gray hair, ill-kept and most of all ... mustache.
A vague resemblance to a woman of Italian politics.
I wanted to run away! Then when you're sitting at your desk, in front of the computer, I hoped (last glimmer of hope) that she was a secretary ... but then, when he started to me the usual questions of anamnesis, I had to struggle with the harsh and frightening reality: Rosi Bindi was going to see me like few can! :-)
Dandy T. 
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