It's hard to know whether to brag about the party piece - the ability to hang by the balls - or keep one's own counsel. Let's be honest: it is a kind of perversion, isn't it?
I can also insert six fingers inside my foreskin. That is another trick.
Surely I could insert my balls up my arse-hole?
I reckon I should be performing at a theatre in Amsterdam.
I'm meeting up with some swingers soon, in the Canary Islands; and, although I've told them about my very low hangers, I haven't - as yet - intimated that I can hang from them!
Many people simply would be incredulous till they saw this blog.
My balls were a bit tight today; nevertheless I headed into the garage and hanged for a full two minutes. It's getting easier, in a way. Less intense. I've raised the rope height, which means that I hang with my head off the ground and can relax more.
I mount the step-ladder at a side angle; then when I'm hanging it doesn't get in the way.
I might try for two and a half minutes on Saturday. Habakuk, what is your average suspension period?