Just walked in on a certain elderly resident straight up porky pigging it on her hospital bed, varicose knees bent, repeatedly ramming 3 arthritic fingers inside herself and staring off into some mysterious lust vortex located up on the ceiling while pbs blared down below through the tiny room at deafening unintelligible volume. Did i stutter? Id like to take this opportunity to thank all the pornshops, sex arcades and smut distributors ive ever been employed at, the friends and exboyfriends i know associated with sexwork and the lecherous blatant --for better or worse--times ive spent in both bear and drag bars. You have made me into the unblushable, proud, strong stomached man i am today, and i am happy to report back that my immediate response to this intrusive discovery was little more than a casual wave. She smiled and returned the gesture with her free hand, not even falling out of rhythm. The last thing a 95 year old needs is shame. Get it girl. Lifeskills.