I wrote this in response to a blog entry by DeepCloset: I wish I'd been bold enough to respond when my mom told me once, "God, I need a man!" We were alone in my sister's dining room. My wife was sound asleep in a bedroom and everyone else was out somewhere. Mom's announcement was out of the blue and caught me by surprise. I didn't know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to walk around the table and approach her from behind. To place my hands on her shoulders. To press my lips to the flesh of her neck. To hear her react in a way that told me to continue. To move my hands down to grasp her breasts. To stifle her protest my taking her mouth with mine. To pull her hand, indicating I want her to accompany me to a bedroom ...