It's 3:00 am in the morning and I'm up for the 2nd time to change my cotton tee shirt from the dripping night sweats that suddenly seemed to have plagued me these past couple of weeks. Funny such an act could become the inspiration for my very first Blog.
As I lie in bed, insomnia overtaking me, I am reminded of a friend's entry into the ‘I LOVE MY PENIS' group on another website.
It was such a wonderful accolade. I became almost as proud of his penis as he was. What a glorious organ! It was a part of who he was, an extension of self, as I recall his description; the essence of his manhood and life's pleasure. I remember very little about it's practical purposes toward procreation and the obvious urination processes, but more so of it's service towards pleasure and the gratification of his humanness & manhood.
I began to get jealous. Dare I say, I began to have the dreaded ‘PENIS EVNY'? Was Freud right? I was fraught with this thought, as was another woman who wonderfully responded with the ‘I LOVE MY VAGINA' group. Ah yes, embrace the Vagina!! ‘I will, I will' I said and even commented in the second handed, half hearted group.
After all, women do possess such power with their vagina's. We hold the existence of life itself inside the mysterious chamber of secrets; the holy grail some would say. I tried so hard to buy into this theory, but at this particular moment, I'm back to the glories of manhood.
Men have it so good with their PENISES. Besides the obvious practical functions of peeing upright and oh so discretely outdoors, the damn thing requires very little maintenance. One never sees a commercial for masculine hygiene products. No husky convenient spray for freshness or little wipes to have on hand just in case. It's typically pretty clean and fresh as it ‘stands'.
No, women are barraged with a multitude of products designed to sweeten, freshen and prep up. We are bombarded with commercials for tampons, sanitary pads, sprays, perfumes - whatever it may be to keep that little area in ship shape condition. For what? Well I guess that's obvious; we really do need it girls, now don't we?
Face it, vaginas are high maintenance. They really do need most of those products. And aside from the obvious, men have no oozing, dripping or drainage to worry about. Women are not always the sweet, fresh, sexual, thong wearing pheromone factories our men want to believe.
Why I've seen men actually cringe at the word m-e-n-o-p-a-u-s-e. It's worse than the ‘C' word, and actually bothers them. They don't want to hear about the darker side of our womanness. They hate that word nearly as much (if not more) than the thought of menstruation, and quite frankly, I'm on board with you guys.
I don't mind seeing the VIAGRA car whisk around the NASCAR circuit from week to week, but put a Kotex car out on he track... well, one can only imagine the chain reaction and turmoil that would commence from both sides of the gene pool. "It aint fittin'.. It just aint fittin" (to quote one of my favorite movies).
I actually added a goal of I WANT TO HAVE A PENIS. Not the I WONDER WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO HAVE ONE goal. I actually want one. The group didn't exist until I created it; but hanging my head in shame I deleted the it from my list.
Why couldn't I embrace who God has made me to be. I mean really, woman was the vessel that brought the Savior of mankind into the world. I was shamed into hitting the delete button, struggling to cling to my womanly destiny. But alas, here I am, digressing in my drippy tee shirt at 3 am, thinking how nice it would be just to have the manly appendage and be done with it all.
I used to volunteer in a nursing home, feeding Alzheimer's patients who could no longer feed themselves. A caring son was in one Sunday and asked his ninety year old mother, "Mom, what was the greatest accomplishment you witnessed in the 19th century?" She responded without hesitation: "TAMPONS". Not the invention of the automobile, the atomic bomb or even putting a man on the moon, her answer was TAMPONS.
Well, that pretty much sums it all up for me right now. I feel much better having this all out of my system and am off back to bed for a few more winks before arising to tend to the needs of my affectionate (then) husband and son. Something I do with all love and servitude. After all, they are my family, they love me and take care of my needs as well, but more importantly, they have PENISES...