father of thousands, a languid floating flower
After the church service ends, Bloom goes out and walks southward along Westland Row for Sweny's (a chemist). He buys a sweet lemony wax for Molly. Then he walks cheerfully towards the mosque-shaped Turkish baths. The episode ends with “lotus flower,” a metaphor for the fulfillment of his name “Bloom” and his feigned name “Henry Flower”: “He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw... his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower” U</i>5.567-72
Twice I've persuaded straight guys to let me blow them. In both cases we were watching straight porn, hoisting a few brews and were both horny. I'd ask if they had ever been sucked by another guy...in both cases...the answer was no. I told them that a good cocksucking man would always give a better blow job than a good cocksucking woman because men know how its feels, how they want it to feel and give as they would want to get. Both times they let me do it and were embarrassed/ashamed that they enjoyed it as much as they did. Cheers! Sean
