eidolon

*The boy dings the side of his wine glass with his spoon*

This isn't gonna be one of those 'current events' updates. In fact, it may be a dreadfully narcisistic journal, but one I'm gonna write just the same. Call me a pig. Call me part of the problem. Call my a power mongering, gas guzzling, ugly American man. Point your fingers. Raise your pickets. Leash your children and remind the dog to wear a scarf, 'cuz I'm just gonna come out and say it.

I love my penis.
I have a thang for my wang.
A fondness for my phallus.
A cock just rocks.
A dick that's sick.
A weakness for my freakness.
A song for my dong.
I sing when I swing with a cock ring.
Esteem for my endowment
Attachment to my attachment
It's spectacular to be so vascular.
I'm mad for my manhood.
and I fancy my fiend.

Whatever you've got - love it. Own it.
Sometimes, you've just gotta shout it.