I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about anyone’s genitalia, even my own. (I am blessed with largely low maintenance trouble-free reproductive organs. Yay!)
Probably the most time I think about men’s penises is when we are carrying/shifting around loads at work. That is because I hate to see a grown man curled up in a fetal position, crying. In other words, when I think about co-workers’ penises it is largely out of concern I don’t injure them by mishandling a piece of lumber or drywall.
Yup, I do this too. It almost always happens at work, for some reason.
Sometimes I’ll wonder if my coworkers shave down there. Mostly this happens with females, though there’s at least one dude that I have my suspicions about.
And I have just as difficult a time imagining how comfortable boobs are. Needing bras to hold them in place. Knowing that the older I get, the saggier they get. Lying down and having them take a nap in my armpit. Flying every which way when I go running. No thank you.
As for penises, I’m usually only aware if it’s a hot guy.
You must be thinking of really big ones, because the average boob doesn’t do most of these things. Sure, they’ll all sag eventually, but most are too small to find your armpit, and too small to endanger yourself or others when running. Even with people getting fatter, the average breast size is only a C (now average is 36C vs 34B before the mid-90s - info for guys: that means the average measurement around the chest under the breast increased 2" and the largest part of the bust 1"). Cs generally aren’t that unruly.
Well, I know. But when they sit…I suppose if you grow up with one, you know how not to sit on your balls, but I’m rather clueless about the mechanics.
(And I have size OMG breasts, and they don’t nestle in my armpits when I sleep. They’re trying to make a dash for the sides and I age, true, but they don’t make it to the armpit. Running down hill is a bitch in anything less supportive than a canvas corset with steel stays, I’ll admit.)