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Danger Will Robinson... NSFW!
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ONTD has declared it to be Happy P33N DAY! And much posting of the penis was enjoyed.

But the wank (yes, yes, I know) starts with the seventh comment of this post by beaute__exquise declaring "If I were a male I'd have my penis removed. It's so grotesque."

yobarracuda replies, "well...then you wouldnt really be male anymore. or completely male anyway". To which beaute__exquise comes back with "Would I become a woman? I wouldn't want to be a woman either."

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From there it descends to basically a p33n vs vajayjay debate (and I use the term loosely).

Bonus for the lady lovers: Dita von Teese

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ecchaniz0r
2007-09-14 02:38 pm UTC (link)

YOU LUCKY SOD. D: I'm ex-Catholic and oh, the issues. I have the flipping complimentary coffee cup and desk lamp set, man.

Stupid madonna-whore complex wank abounding throughout mutter grumble bitch gripe snarl etc.

Oh well. XD My residual issues didn't affect my ability to adfore lifedrawing classes. Human bodies are cool to me. Even though genitalia remind me of some of the kookier plants that spontaneously *poit* out amongst the pansies in my garden. (My brain's weird. My garden's weirder.)

They're not ugly or grotesque to me. Sometimes funny, yes, but not ugly.

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queencallipygos
2007-09-14 02:49 pm UTC (link)

My recovering-Catholicness manifested in a very particular way -- I only worry for a while about whether "is so-and-so going to be put off or offended by the fact that I dig the naughty stuff?" But after a while, once a person has won over my trust and I understand that no, they don't care, then it's like I sigh with relief and say, "oh, okay then," and then the floodgates open. I am that stereotype of that librarian who's all buttoned up most of the time, but when the select few get past that, then I take the glasses off and they find out I'm wearing the merrywidow under the preppy clothes and I have an entire wallfull of erotica at home.

It's probably a combination of having taken a great course on human sexuality in college and then spending a few months in my 20's with friends who hung out at a burlesque club once a week. We had a regular table, we got to know two of the performers' real names and they hung out with us between sets, and one night when I was there I even saw Drew Barrymore get naked. It was rather horizon-expanding.

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ecchaniz0r
2007-09-14 04:14 pm UTC (link)

I get the 'oh. shit. kink. what if i break a mind?' thing also, and I tend to project the omg-wtf on myself more than others, heh.

For me, art college massacred a lot of the numb-nuttery. XD We didn't have a burlesque club anywhere, but we did have this one male model who (a) was a photographer also and (b) had a LOT of piercing in many places. And he was HILARIOUS. "Okay, guys, seriously, this is a cross-your-legs warning - don't kill me, and if I scar you for life, I am so very deeply sorry. ...This is a good day, no one screamed and fainted!"

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queencallipygos
2007-09-14 04:21 pm UTC (link)

Hee -- one of the performers at the burlesque club was a male fire eater with a lot of piercings; he always wore nothing but a loincloth, and ended his act by taking it off, attaching a 2-foot length of chain with a wick at the end to a piercing on his scrotum, lighting the other end on fire and doing the hula so the chain would go flippy-fling around his legs.

After a while, my friends and I actually would watch the crowd instead of the stage towards the end of his act so we could see how many of the other guys in the place finished their drinks quickly and left at that point.

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