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People go to jail for doing what I do. My middle-aged friend says I should accept the inevitable, let the bones turn brittle, the skin shrivel and sag, the hair grey and thin. Real men, he tells me, don’t take testosterone and Human Growth Hormone. Real men embrace the stiffness in our muscles as we rise from bed each morning and the gradual loss of our sexual drive. But at 50, with a beautiful 35 year-old wife, I have my responsibilities. I have my insecurities and vanity. Viagra and its various cousins supply the means but not the youthful disposition.

That’s where testosterone comes in.”

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