Three thoughts:
1. I think the denial of human sexuality is one of the "great" accomplishments of Christianity, especially the Western and Protestant versions. Humanity is fortunate that the sex drive is stronger than any Sunday sermon. I think men in particular are reviled because their sexual arousal is SO much more obvious than the female's, and then men have a finale in which they attempt to emulate the fountains at the Bellagio in Las Vegas.
see: Bellagio Fountains
{Yeah, really, that's what we all wish we could do! But the "Church Ladies" and their Pastors tell us that The Great Potter made us "filthy" and "disgusting."}
Understand I'm not suggesting that a guy should just whip it out and rub one out on any odd occasion -- that is what Aposta-Fests are for! <---relax, I'm joking! Aposta-fests are for serious spiritual questing. Right?
2. What was #2??? I'm distracted by distant throbbing... oh, yeah. "Guys have needs" is not a lie, it is a precise summary of biological truth. Send your Dad a Thank You card. But there's a minefield - this Robert Kraft fellow knows that some of the women he might meet at a "respectable" social gathering are gold-diggers. The girls on the street might be more honest about their motives. Yeah, but who sets out to ADD to the misery of sex slaves? Aren't there any friendly, attractive, eager nymphos around? At least Lefty isn't sick, isn't a gold-digger, and isn't going to seek pal-imony for being a "good sport."
3. SEX ROBOTS are here. Since before there was silicone (1950) there have been guys in laboratories trying to get the "look and feel" just right. It don't come easy, as the song tells us. Buy progress has been made, and guys are now able to arrange for a date with "Synthia" (my favorite fem-bot name) coutesy of UPS or DHL.
Your grandsons are going to enjoy a healthier world than our grandfathers did.
By the way, I was stunned -- STUNNED, I tell you! -- at how little our Robert Kraft was paying for his job-du-jour.
Maybe he was just willing to get the deed done with little concern for aesthetics or artistry.
Go ahead, call me a pig.