My penis has many names.
I, myself have never deigned to name him, but he has many names none-the-less.
Now, I admit… He does have a certain charm - a certain, as the french say, I don’t know what… He’s begging for a name. The women whom I have lived with all admit that he’s got his own distict personality, quite seperate from my own. He thinks for himself. He sometimes makes his own decisions, despite my objections. Okay, granted: A living, thinking entity deserves his (or her) own name. But the name keeps changing. The women invariably feel that the previous name was completely unsuitable. That it wasn’t him.
I would never share these names with any of my friends. Despite the stereotypes I see on T.V., no man I know I actually has his OWN name for his member. Oh, sure, they’ve got slang references for it. A virtual thesauras of penile appellations. But not an actual name. Guys on T.V. always call it Biff, Spike, Brutus, or something else with an imposing quality.
I consider myself moderately blessed but my penis is by no means imposing. But he shouldn’t sound like a comic book character should he? Or a used-car salesman? I myself would prefer something a little more suave. Something a little more deb-o-nair.
Like Pierce. (No pun intended…)
I’ve never heard a woman refer to her own equipment by Name. So why do they name mine?