I’ve never had sex with a male but have always been “curious”.Unfortunately my ship has likely sailed so your blog is very appealing to me. I’m moved to write after reading the letter from the young man who spoke of “friends with benefits”.His attitude was disconcerting to me and likely to you as well (though I credit you for publishing it).I’d like to share with you something that revalidates my faith in the young.I’m likely on the long tooth end of your reader population.I’m a 64 year old grandfather.My daughter rents a cottage on a private lake for me each summer where she and I spend a pleasurable week.Her son comes with us (she’s a single parent).He’s 17 years old and a fine young man with a delightful girlfriend.Last summer one evening “Charlie” told his mom he was going for a swim in the lake.I was concerned because I was brought up never to swim alone, especially at night.Yet my daughter acquiesced.About 20 minutes later I was worried about “Charlie” so I went out to the lake.After a few fearful moments I saw him swimming lazily near the middle of the lake.I waited and watched him and a few minutes later he was swimming into shore. As he walked out of the water I saw that he was wearing nothing more than a sheepish smile.He had no shame, no reservations, completely comfortable in his body. He walked past me, began to dry off, and told me not to worry about his swimming abilities but thanked me for always caring. I felt a swell of pride that in a very real way, I was responsible for creating this fine young man. This was a boy I diapered years ago.As he dried I looked at his taught, smooth body.He looked like a child.But when he turned around the abundant thatch of hair around his groin symbolized that he was indeed a man.It rekindled my faith in the younger generation.