I’ve been randomly writing.
This random one was influenced first) by the movie Sorry, Baby.
There’s a scene where the main character asks to see her love interest’s soft lil weener.
He gets weird about it, and I felt weird about it realizing my own estranged relationship my non-erect weener vs the demanding expectations of señor boner.
Second) was a line in a poem that was highlighting hypotactic language, “Laying himself gently down by me, he invested me behind, and giving me to feel the warmth of his body, as he applied his thighs and belly close to me, and the endeavors of that machine, whose touch has something so exquisitely singular in it, made its way good into me.” The poem got me thinking on the ‘singular’ nature of a penis and whether I agreed or not
My thoughts in response:
A Flaccid Cunt
A vagina is brutalized by weaponizing it: cunt.
The word cunt puts sharp teeth in a vagina,
so that it can bite a dick off.
A penis is brutalized by disarming it: flaccid.
The word flaccid takes the sharp tip off a hard dick
and rounds it, child-proofs the vagina from it.
But really, as a modern, masculine man, your dick can exist in both spaces.
Do not live in fear of a soft, gentle penis at peace with the world
as it daintily flops from one thigh before hugging the other.
Our dicks are soft but not sexless, it’s a sexuality that has been
stolen from us: sexually honest. But honesty is disarming to those men
scared most of all by being soft, and the softness
that emanates divine between their thighs.