Your Penis Is NOT Your 'Manhood'

Sexuality, sexual organs and anything to do with sexual behavior seems to be among the things which illicit the most completely insane and irrational thoughts and even laws among humans, especially if there is any religious involvement. Currently in the USA, it is considered much worse for a young child to see a naked woman’s breast on television or other media, than to see the blood and gore of war and accidents. This suggests a twisted mind to me; one who values pain and death more than the beauty of sex and life.

For most men, it is hard to imagine anything that could be more ‘emasculating’ than comments about his penis, even if the comments are completely false. It also can be source of much ‘pride’, ridiculous as that is. For most men, their penis is the focus of a lot of attention long before they are consciously aware of what a penis is and that they have one. It is still very common for males to be physically mutilated - on their major sexual organ, of course - mostly because of ancient religious beliefs and misguided notions about cleanliness and hygiene. When I ‘Google’ the words ‘penis’ and ‘manhood’, the first link presented is for a product called Manhood, which is, “an undergarment acting as a foreskin substitute.”

There’s that word again, ‘manhood’. The word ‘manhood’ has come to be almost universally synonymous with ‘penis’. This is an outright statement by virtually the whole society that, if you do not possess a penis you are not a man. Several implications follow, the main one perhaps that, the smaller your penis the less ‘manly’ you are. No, really. So much so that a ‘celebrity Mohel’ wrote only a couple of months ago about what he called a micro-penis...he said: “Today I circumcised a baby with the smallest penis I've ever seen – a 'micro penis'," wrote the rabbi and added: "Just so you understand, it was slightly thicker than a matchstick; at first I thought it was a girl… May this small one grow to greatness." . Source. Poor kid...little does he know he can never be much of a man now, thus sayeth the Rabbi.

Luckily, for most men who may not measure up physically, there is one last chance to be a man. Esquire magazine (and what better authority could there be on the subject?), had an article in 2009 called “How To Be A Man”. The first sentence of that article? “A man carries cash.” Source. You know it’s true too because how many times have you seen middle-aged to old funny-looking bald guys with pot bellies with babes on their arms. There you have it guys; as soon as you’re old enough to realize you don’t have a big dick and prolly are gonna be poor as dirt, you might as well dig a hole (if you’re man enough) and get in it for good, cuz your life is just fucked (and not in a good way).

Of course, many poor guys do have sex (after all, someone has to continually replenish the supply of useless eaters, right?), and I’ve personally known of guys who are police officers, firemen, etc., who were ‘small’ who managed to survive. I know of a cop whose hard erect penis is less than one inch, but he is happily married to a lovely woman and has three children. What’s “average”? “Ninety percent of all men[’s erect penises] fall between the extremes of 14.5cm (5.6 inches) and 17.5cm (7 inches) despite any claims to the contrary.” Source.

What does it mean to be a man? What is ‘manhood’? There may be myriad answers to such questions but I do hope you guys (and girls) will keep it in your heads that ‘manhood’ is NOT a physical object that can be cut off. I hope you will question why anyone would find even the thought of a small penis remotely funny or amusing, as though its owner had a brain fart and just forgot to grow a big one. I would hope that we can eventually make this kind of absurdity as socially unacceptable as belittling gay people.

TRB

Privacy

To me, a phone is a tool; a nice thing to have when you need it...like a hammer. I like to carry a phone in the car with me for the same reason I’d like to have a hammer with me...in case I need one for something. It’s unlikely I will need to use one. I certainly don’t want anyone else calling me on one or hitting me with their hammer if they have one. Most of the time when at home, I like to keep all phones turned off because I really don’t like the idea of being interrupted at any moment...it’s stressful to me. I only turn it on when I feel up to dealing with it if it rings.

I was flabberghasted when I first saw how many people seem to grow a phone from their ear and are constantly talking on one no matter where they are. Normally, I can go many days without ever needing a phone. Another thing is, I hate it with a passion, when I have to talk on a phone and other people in my presence can hear what I’m saying. I’m a one to one person...I can only deal with one person at a time. If I’m talking on a phone, I want to be out of earshot of anyone else, so that I can pay all my attention to the person on the phone. It doesn’t matter who I’m talking to or the subject, it just seems a private thing to me. Likewise, I also hate hearing someone else’s one-sided conversation. When reasonably possible, I like to remove myself from the vicinity of another talking on a phone. I don’t want to hear it...I don’t want it intruding into my hearing unless I am being addressed or it involves me somehow.

For many years I had two really good friends, Jimmy and Sam. I could spend hours with either one and be just fine. When I ended up with both of them at the same time I was anxious. They were not the sort of people who would ever have been friends unless they had a friend in common...me. I've always been that way...one person at a time is fine, two at once are two many.

I hate the idea of having anyone come to my house. It’s not about being embarrassed about the house, nor about not liking the person in question, or spending any time with them. I don’t want anyone with me in my house (except for my wife who belongs here) for the same reason I don’t want anyone with me in my pants. It’s too personal. I’m not at all thrilled about going to anyone else’s house either...it’s almost like I’m in THEIR pants with them. To me, ‘home’ is that one place in the world which is sacred, not to be intruded upon; a place in which all anxiety can be released. I like it fine if I can visit with a friend at some neutral place...although I’m not big on eating with other people either. I can eat or I can visit and chat, but not simultaneously. I sometimes manage it for short periods, but it’s quite stressful.

I’m not much of a drinker (of alcohol), though I do enjoy having a few beers or mixed drinks on occasion. I just want to do that alone too. I’ve often heard in movies and shows that it’s generally not good to ‘drink alone’. To me that’s the only time it is good to drink. When I drink I want to do that at home...I detest bars, even more so if they are noisy. When I have been in a bar I have always tried to be sure to have my back to the wall, preferably near an exit. People are even more unpredictable and potentially hazardous when they drink than otherwise. I like avoiding potentially dangerous interactions with other humans whenever possible.

Recently I saw some show in which a person had made themselves a magazine rack in the bath room reachable from the toilet. I was very surprised when I first knew that many people like to read on the toilet. I still don’t get it. I wonder if they have some bowel trouble. To me, I want to get in, get that done and get out as quickly as possible. If I’m going to read, I’d much rather do that sitting on the porch or lying in bed. Less stinky. I see people brushing their teeth or shaving on shows all the time, and other people coming in and out of the bathroom. To me, those are very private things...I no more want someone else seeing me do that than sitting on the toilet.

Were I ever to be in prison, my only possible chance of surviving it would be in solitary. It seems most people hate that and some consider it a kind of torture; it’s even been said that a few have become insane from so little interaction with other humans. If the only choices I had were general population or solitary, the solitary would be bliss for me. I have a very full and active internal life, and can get on well for long periods with almost zero interaction with other humans. I do like to have SOME interaction, which is why the Internet is great for me.

It’s the best of both worlds. I can shut out everything else and read or watch videos, or I can go on a ‘social’ site and laugh and talk and visit with others, but without the anxiety of other persons being in my physical space, or me in theirs. Most people seem to have a ‘personal space’, typically about 2-4 feet, which they don’t want other people to violate. Many will get angry if you get very close to their face while talking to them. For me, this ‘personal space’ is my home. I call my online friends my push button friends. This does NOT imply that I care nothing for them, or less for them, only that I have the option of instantly vanishing, at the push of a button, if I need to. I don’t feel cornered or trapped in a situation I can’t easily get out of. I used to have daydreams about being able to interact with people ONLY on a mental level, and the Internet made that (kinda) possible for me.

These are my notions of ‘privacy’. I care nothing for the kind of ‘privacy’ in which one never wants Jim to ever know what you said to John, etc. As for government or the corporatocracy, I really couldn’t care less what all they may know about me. I think it hardly matters...the days of that kind of privacy are long gone in a digital age.

TRB