Now, I don’t mean the penis or penises attached to men you’re interested in. What I’m asking is, how often are you aware that every man you met has one? Your annoying male boss has one. Your 90-year-old neighbor guy has one. Ryan Seacrest has one. Even White House press secretary Robert Gibbs has one. They’re everywhere.
Sometimes I’m startled by the realization that half the people I know each possess a penis. Am I under-aware of penises, or do the rest of you also not spend much time thinking about how many penises there are out in the world?
Ah, I thought this was going to be about whether women looked in that general direction, the way guys tend to look at the sexual characteristics of women.
I’m much more interested in this version. I know that I, as a guy, rarely think about it.
I don’t go around looking at men’s crotches, if that’s what you’re asking. Though I might after having read this thread. Thanks a lot.
If you’re asking whether I remember frequently that the men in my office are male - yes, I do. Not because they’re highlighting their junk or anything, but because most are sexually very inappropriate, boss included (yes, I’ve spoken to someone about that; it helped, but only temporarily), and seem to compulsively hit on anything with a vagina, which is most of the department. Sometimes I feel vulnerable, but I mostly feel uncomfortable on behalf of some of my co-workers, many of whom are very religious and at a lower level than I am, so they don’t feel as comfortable as I do coming back with snotty retorts.
Well, now that I think about its really weird. These delivery guys who are exchanging the box spring they brought Thursday that was broken? Right here and now this second? These strangers in my house? Oh, god.
I went to a tanning place several years ago for maybe three months of temporary insanity. Sometimes I’d start giggling halfway through my session thinking about how all those people were naked. The dumb bodybuilders? Naked! The stupid sorority girls? All naked! When I was waiting for my turn I’d see everybody else come out and think, “You were naked! Ha!”
I work in a restaurant. Lots of the cooks are male. And they’re frequently grabbing their junk and talking about their junk, etc. They’re always being very… well, male. So yeah, I’m aware of their junk. And being in such an environment leads me to see more and more men as “having penises” instead of just “being male.”
The funny thing about the whole work scenario is that my husband is one of the cooks where I work, so sometimes he’ll make comments about his junk and I’ll chime in with “what, my junk?” and the cooks will laugh.
Where I sit at work there are often people walking around and all the penises are at eye level. Also the way men sit, leaning back in their chairs with their legs spread wide.
Not very often. Although, living with nudists, it’s in my mind a little more often these days…mostly in the context of, “how do they SIT with those THINGS between their legs?” I’m imagining how it would feel to walk around and sit with, say a beanie baby 'twixt my nethers, and it just wouldn’t be at all comfortable!
I do think about it when, say, I go horseback riding with my boyfriend - where does he put it? How annoying it must be to have some giblet thing swinging away down there, knocking into things, getting sweaty - I’m so glad I haven’t got one. (Except for, say, peeing behind a tree. And getting a job. So that’s two situations out of my whole life where I’d trade. Not a bad deal.)
Me. To quote Elaine, “I don’t know how you guys walk around with those things.”
Don’t get me wrong, as a hetero female, I’m glad they DO, but…
Don’t think about it an inordinate amount, but yes, I ponder it from time to time, wonder how it’s hanging.
Eh, it only pops into my head every so often. I try not to think about certain people having them. It’s bad enough that as an adult I accidentally saw my dad’s (why did he have to wear those tiny shorts around the house! -aggghh, need more brain bleach!)
Uh, anyway, like I said I try not to think about them.
