It's Natural

As I was lying in bed last night (listening to the wife snore…Ugh!) my brain started to wander. As usual, it wandered to my stiffening prick which, of course, made it get all the harder. I love it when that happens. But, instead of the typical slow, steady stroking, it triggered this thought: I sure wish people could come to terms with the male anatomy.

I’m still dumbfounded when I notice someone who’s offended by it; especially when that person is a middle-aged, (supposedly) intelligent individual. This has been spinning through my brain since I saw an astonishing theater piece over the weekend. Six men, from early 20’s to mid-60’s, discuss men’s health and social issues; they talk openly about some (very) serious things like males as victims of rape and domestic abuse, various types of cancers that strike men, body image, circumcision, the fact [that] our cocks think for themselves, and, of course, whacking the willie; a lot of it done in amusing ways.

Anyway, I overhear these people behind me discussing why one patron’s friend walked out during the intermission. Apparently, this woman is extremely religious and had a problem with the content. It’s sad to think someone would prefer to keep a closed mind rather than (perhaps) learn a thing or two about the nature of a man’s body – which, if I’m not mistaken, her preacher has (almost) certainly sermonized about during services, proclaiming, “Man was created in His image.”

And it struck me: This is one of the reasons I write this blog. I want men and women – of all ages – to learn to be comfortable with the male anatomy and how it works, to know about the things that can go wrong with it. I want to impart to the guys that the things they experience, the urges they have, sometimes even the thoughts they have are not unique to them; they are not alone. And I want to impart to the ladies that the men in their lives are not perverts, the things their genitals do and the things they do with their genitals are not odd; for the most part, they’re normal “guy things.”

Perhaps it will change a few lives for the better. Women won’t be so quick to ridicule their man or become pouty when they’ve discovered him charming his one-eyed snake. Men won’t be so shy and embarrassed about what hangs between their legs and the pleasure those things provide. Parents won’t be so afraid to impart these facts to their sons, or at least won’t punish them or admonish them if the kid(s) stumbled across the joys of jacking his Johnson.