Just for One Day
Just for one day, I would like to see what it feels like to have a penis. I don't have one and believe me, I'm glad I don't. However, I've recently realized I don't understand guys at all. Maybe, as alluded to in a previous post, it is society's doing, but somehow I also think their penis has something to do with their inability to understand and respect what I want and believe and perhaps more importantly, WHY I want and believe that.
Oh, I don't want to write off the entire male species (yes, they are a different species I think). There are undoubtedly men out there who do and will understand. However, in my experience, there are also a number of men who see me as an object of sexual desire rather than a person they might want to get to know first. I suppose they've all had their reasons for acting they way they have and to be entirely truthful, some of them have been quite considerate about it in a fashion. Yet, I do believe they have all fallen victim to "the penis factor" as I will refer to it from now on.
So, for one day - just one - I would like to see what it feels like to have a penis.
Oh, I don't want to write off the entire male species (yes, they are a different species I think). There are undoubtedly men out there who do and will understand. However, in my experience, there are also a number of men who see me as an object of sexual desire rather than a person they might want to get to know first. I suppose they've all had their reasons for acting they way they have and to be entirely truthful, some of them have been quite considerate about it in a fashion. Yet, I do believe they have all fallen victim to "the penis factor" as I will refer to it from now on.
So, for one day - just one - I would like to see what it feels like to have a penis.
posted by BMuffin @ 8:22 p.m.
3 Comments:
At November 5, 2007 at 2:44 p.m.,
Pookie said…
The only time I wish I knew what it was like to have a penis is when I'm camping; that I would be able to pee in the woods without having to hang off a tree and worry about getting it on my pants, or having to hang off the side of a hill with my ass sticking out. Beyond that function, everything else is the product of the brain and socialization.
At November 5, 2007 at 5:03 p.m.,
BMuffin said…
Haha...but hanging our bums off the edge of that hill in Jasper was fun!!!
At November 16, 2007 at 2:54 p.m.,
nickitheheinous said…
I'll show you how to pee in the woods. There's no need to carry around that awkward appendage the rest of the time. Personally, I'm glad I'm not a dude for every reason. I can write my name in the snow just as well and sure I gotta expose myself a lot more, but I don't care. The world can kiss my great white ass! ha ha ha!
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