Let me introduce you to another character at Teacher Training in San Diego: Cock Man. Yeah, there's no point trying to airbrush that one, so out with it, Janey. Cock Man is an older fellow who wears not so much a pair of yoga shorts as, well, a pouch. Cock Man came here with his wife, but flirts incessantly with the younger women. He was also the one who, during a Triangle Posture lesson taught by Emmy Cleaves, took his street pants off and performed in his here-are-my-balls tight undies. At no time have I been more tempted to yell "Put it on! PUT IT ON!" instead of the opposite.
Okay, so it's not Cock Man's anatomy that I object to, but rather his smirky attitude towards his endowments. Like there's something naughty about being around a bunch of people in skimpy britches. He is also the definition of lecherous older male, and he'd better be careful about his playful touches -- oh, just tickling your toes there! Just tickling your tummy! -- because I tell yez, pal, some of these women will rip that thing off and beat you to death with the wet end if you get fresh.