So there are times when I'm happy to be a guy. Like when I've been drinking a lot and need to piss and the bathrooms are all occupied.. I can just find a somewhat private spot and hopefully not get my pants wet.
Then there's the rest of life. Where I can count on one hand the number of women I know who haven't been assaulted in some manner by someone with a penis. Times when I want to just slice the things off my body so I can be free of the barest possibility of inflicting some sort of trauma on some other person.
Ah. The plight of the self-loathing middle-class liberal white guy. Aint it grand?
Yes. Something brought this on. And what's worse is that I can't go into it.
yay me.
Then there's the rest of life. Where I can count on one hand the number of women I know who haven't been assaulted in some manner by someone with a penis. Times when I want to just slice the things off my body so I can be free of the barest possibility of inflicting some sort of trauma on some other person.
Ah. The plight of the self-loathing middle-class liberal white guy. Aint it grand?
Yes. Something brought this on. And what's worse is that I can't go into it.
yay me.
krista:
Well, I personally do not blame the penis, but the person weilding it. Funny how I made that statement gender neutral....