My racket thrives on kisses. And the happier my racket is, the happier I am because it plays so much better. So I encourage as much kissing as possible and my racket gets around.
You too can kiss my racket. All you gotta do is buy it a cup of coffee first and have a little natural chemistry. But don’t worry, my rackets not that picky.
I’m glad no one is slut-shaming your racquet.
Never! My racket has a safe environment to be what it wants to be, and act how it wants to act. 😉