There is usually so much masculinity surrounding anything western related that I have a hard time also associating anything feminine with it. It gets to a point where it almost borders on homoerotica, not that there is anything wrong with that. I am just saying it is a nice reminder to see Lara Stone decked out in the country gear that men were not the only ones walking around with raw hides. Living all that time straddling a horse bucking up and down must have really took a toll on the nether regions. The closest I have come to that is having my friends bull mastiff headbutt me in the groin because someone thought it would be funny to toss its toy in my lap. If that is any way comparable to the effects of riding a horse all day then I feel comfortable saying I am not cut out for that sort of life. I am more of the type of guy who ogles from afar rather than being in the fray. If I want blue balls I can stay at home. There is no need to bring a horse into the mix.
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