Membership Has Its Privileges

There is a post this morning on Time Goes By about breasts (boobs, tits, etc.) Click Here. After reading all the comments from women who talk about having too much or too little I’m inspired to do this piece on my manhood.

Dick, prick, cock, rod, member, you know all the words for penis. As boys growing up we kept measuring the length of our dicks hoping they would grow beyond 4 inches, and most of them did. Guys who failed at that always have felt inadequate. As for me, I came in about the average 6 inches.

Length was one measure, but what they could do was another. Could you “keep it up?” Last long enough (whatever that is). PERFORMANCE ANXIETY! Well, that wasn’t a problem for me, at least until recently.

If you gals think that boobs are a problem just consider the guys who are desperately trying to hide an erection that happened for no reason. John Thomas always has a mind of his own. I remember a classmate in high school whose performance in track was marred by erections that he couldn’t control. (And in those tiny track shorts, no less.) It rises for no reason and falls just when you least expect it.

It is true that we held contests to see who could pee the highest on the boy’s room wall in grade school. I wonder what the janitor thought of that? And we could write our names on the wall or someone else’s name if we were feeling mean. That, along with masturbation was the fun our members brought us.

On the negative side, how many times have I been led into situations I really didn’t want to be a part of by the urgency that seemed to be programmed into my cock? Go forth and impregnate the world! Keep the species going and your own genes in particular. I could certainly have made some better choices as a younger man if I had been able to keep my pants on. Presidents, governors, senators, and preachers have fallen over this unfortunate male tendency.

Now, at age 71 I have peace at last. I can’t remember the last time I had to hide an erection. I don’t seem to find myself in situations where my loins take over. In fact, if I don’t think about it, my member seems to be happy to just perform its primary function—elimination. What a relief.

So ladies, while I can sympathize with your trauma over having too little or too much, have some compassion for us guys, who have carried around a separate primitive nervous system and tried, somehow to remain civilized, rational beings in spite of all.