by Bruce P. Grether As I pleasure myself in the morning sunshine of a winter morning in my bedroom upstairs, coconut oil glistens along the length and thickness of my erect penis, and makes the mushroom head gleam a dusky rose color. A major part of my intense pleasure, I have no doubt, is my awareness of all those male Ancestors whose essence is recorded within the DNA in my trillions of cells. Plus, I’m aware of a particular male ancestor with whom I strongly identify… The