I LOVE MY COCK

I love my cock.

No, this isn't going to quite go in the direction you might expect. I love my cock. I love being male. I love the ability to have an erection and ejaculate. I love the little guy.

Okay, now that you're completely convinced I'm a degenrate perv - not necessarily an inaccurate description - let me explain.

Over the holiday weekend some friends and I got to discussing gender fluidity. Odd topic for Easter dinner, but there you go. Without getting into specifics that might help identify me, I have several relatives who are gender fluid, ranging from a trans nephew (formerly neice) to a cousin who now identifies as male, but is entirely female under the fabric.

It's a confusing world, and frightening for many people. But unlike all of the generations which have been before us, ours is perhaps the first to begin to accept that gender fluidity is a real thing.

 And gender fluidity is not (necessarily) sexual. It has to do with role identification and mental perceptions.


(I was watching Piers Morgan attempt to understand the concept on a video interview of an actress in the new Star Trek show. It actually went well, and you could see he was genuinely curious and open. Likewise at Easter dinner with my friends one of the older guys, my age, asked one of the younger women what the term meant, and how Queer was a descriptor. What followed was a frank and energizing conversation in which nobody - nobody - took offense or was frightened.)

Gender fluidity simply means that the old definitions of male and female are now the ends of a spectrum of sexuality and sexual identification. I am male. Completely and unequivocally. I love the role of being male, whether I am having sex with a woman, a man or in circumstances in which sexuality isn't even a factor. I love my cock. Being male and having this floppy thing (and things) between my legs and what that represents to me.

And that's a great thing.

It's also a great thing for the people who aren't so enraptured of the role to find what it is that gives them the same sense of self that my masculinity does. Whether you're a woman trapped in a woman's body and you self-identify as male, or a man trapped in a man's body who wants to physically become a woman, or a man who wants to love another man, a woman who wants to become a man to enter a gay relationship (yes, that happens), or woman who wants to be a woman through and through, we should simply accept others as they are. Without all of the social baggage and preconceptions that people constantly try to throw at one another.

It isn't really all that confusing if you simply meet people for who they are and not for who it is you expect them to be. Meet them for the person in front of you, not for the person you try to define them as. The world has so many other more important issues with actual life and death consequences that do we really need to spend all that much time judging and being judged?

In the same way you expect the world to accept you as you are, everyone else needs to be accepted.

For me, I love my cock.

And, happily, your mileage may vary.