Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everything's great.

They're happy. I'm happy.

The subject is sex and the disabled.

That would count.

It was scented. I assumed it was junk mail.

Are you okay down there?

Love Poem for No One in Particular.

I'm just talking hypothetically.

It's never been one of my problems.

How special this has been for me?

Stop being sorry.

You touch one, you have to touch the other. It's sort of a rule.

I wish I knew what to say to you.

Can you open your eyes for me, Mark?

I'm fine. You sure?

Very small to minute.

...exactly what the iron lung is for.

Today I hear the crowd's applause

...that I was a made man, so to speak...

And now Susan Fernbach will read one of Mark's favorite poems.

I'm thinking of getting rid of her.

But careful enough so she could say:

Yeah, you can do it. Come on.

What do you mean, have sex? Well, when a man and a woman...

Anything. Okay.

Do you know how many men there are who would give anything for a natural erection?

But, you know, we should keep in touch.

If it's any consolation...

I meant your breathing. Oh, fine.

To touch, to hold, to kiss.

...felt the power of this wondrous woman.

...and now I'm converting to Judaism.

You were pretty excited. I don't know what you were thinking about.

Mark O'Brien has been going to UC Berkeley since 1978.

So this is how it ends.

And since he wanted to be a writer...

Sure. Explain to me, so that I really understand...

...it was all over so damn quickly.

You remember at one point you suggested I might see a therapist?

I do believe there's a...

...to avoid possible...

...and you definitely get an A for orgasm.

Nice to meet you.

I'm gonna touch you.

I'm really sorry that the last time I saw her...

...but it was heartfelt, and then... Babe.

Concentrate on breathing out rather than in.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

And she gave thanks, saying, my soul doth magnify the Lord...

They took me home.