WARNING: THIS POST IS R-RATED

WARNING: THIS POST IS R-RATED: CONTAINS SEXUAL REFERENCES AND LANGUAGE NOT APPROPRIATE FOR THE IMMATURE.

On my last post I wrote that I was not concerned with any snow fall I could measure with my dick.   I went back to edit the post and almost change the analogy – and then didn't. 

I have little patience with people that get incensed over a word.   How words are used – when words injure - can be objectionable; but the words dick is just a scribbles on a page or uttered sound that has some identity in our language but means absolutely nothing throughout the rest of the non- English speaking world.

A TREATISE ON PENIS:

Since I brought it up lets consider the penis.   Men have numerous words to describe what hangs between their legs: There is Willy, John Thomas, Dick, Johnson, Cock, Wing-Wang, Junk, Pee Pee, Ding Dong, Trouser Snake, Man Meat, Prick, Little Soldier… and the list goes on.

It is unfair: we have these innocuous names for our junk but the names men attach to the female’s vagina are mostly insulting and crude.   For some reason women don’t return the insult in kind.  This is probably because men are rude vile pigs by nature and women aren't.

Women don’t have the same relationship with their nether parts as us men.   A young boy discovers his penis is fun about age seven; and if you don’t think you little son or grandson is yanking off like a rabbit every chance he gets you are naive.   Of course, he can’t ejaculate until about early teens – this is when mamma starts finding the stiff socks - but the gratification is there.   Most young boys and a lot of men name their penis – and we all talk to it: ‘looks like you’re going to get lucky tonight’ or after three of four beers when you have to piss like a race horse and you whip it out but nothing happens – then you cajole it: ‘Come on.  You can do this…’   

Regardless of what you call it - to us our appendage is a little person – a mini-me – a friend with a life and mind of its own. 

No apologies. 

the Ol'Buzzard