In these sultry, intensely hot days of summer, I am often reminded of how much I love a ginger. Like a heatwave of sexuality, gingers are hot. Gingers are those unique, wonderful and delightful creatures of specialized feminine beauty. Gingers, with their reddish brown hair, or reddish blonde hair, or even rarer pure reddish orange hair, are the rarest of beauties out there. Like any endangered species, a ginger should be protected and promoted. We need more gingers in the world. When a man finally sees a woman he has been interested in naked, and that woman happens to be a ginger, but he was really not sure whether she was a true ginger, and then he sees her wonderful ginger bush matching her ginger hair, he knows he has come upon one of the most precious and treasured finds in the world of sexual exploration. Finding a true ginger, head and bottom, is the sophisticated lover’s equivalent of an Egyptologist finding a previously unknown tomb filled with golden artifacts and invaluable precious stones; it is the South African miner’s equivalent of finding miles worth of buried diamonds; it is the Texas rancher’s equivalent of finding a seemingly inexhaustible store of rich oil beneath his vast and parched land. He falls on his knees and thanks the good Lord for providing him with such a treasure.

I myself have had the pleasures of merely three true gingers in my lifetime. They are indeed quite rare. Each one was a wonderful aesthetic find. I delighted in their gingerness. And yes, it is true, beneath the wonderful red bush, there is burning fire inside a ginger, a burning bush of sexuality that only a vigorous and passionate fucking can extinguish, but only temporarily. Like the burning bush, a ginger’s sexuality cannot be really extinguished. It is a burning bush perhaps as intense as the one Moses saw so long ago…

So here is a toast to that most rare and beautiful species of feminine beauty: the true and natural ginger! I love you all!