The D-ck Project

Warning Rated M: For Mature Audiences

In honor of the bold tiger Chinese New Year and the upcoming Valentine’s and American Superbowl weekend, I’m sticking my neck out and discussing D-ck.

Struck by the unending news stories of politicians/celebrities/athletes: Andrew Cuomo, Louis C.K. showing his, maybe it was lonely, needed an audience. Eliot Spitzer, David Patterson (macking while blind, and she looked just like the wife), Bill Clinton, Kevin Hart with a beautiful pregnant wife at home, caught in a hotel room with a woman (said one of hardest things was to face his teenage daughter), Chris Noth, Kobe Bryant, Tiger Woods (Elin sure was handy with a golf club though).

I asked myself, do they just not know what to do with D-ck? Was it really worth losing a reputation, a career, a family, a government over? Is D-ck that needy?

Is there a way we can rehabilitate and train D-ck to do useful things like woodwork or building homes? How can we harness D-ck’s energy and power for good?

I am genuinely curious; I don’t have one. I’m a cis-born straight girly girl who not for one second has ever wanted to be a man.

I like how my vagina sits nicely in the center of my lower body without anything sticking out. I can’t imagine having a rod and balls hanging from me, day in and day out. Every time I have to urinate or have a bowel movement, I have to touch or rearrange body parts? I get it, you do what you gotta do, years of menses and tampons, ladies?

And why can’t D-ck go to the bathroom in private? Can’t they at least have a partition between each urinal? That’s just weird! “Hey man, how you doin” as they pull out d-ck next to a perfect stranger.

Sexually, everybody gets to know what’s up, D-ck is exposed, its moods are on constant display. As someone who doesn’t like people up in my business, jeez, that’s gotta suck. But that’s my point of view given my personality and anatomy.

Clearly D-ck feels glorious, an electric buzz or surge of energy and vitality to do what it does and do it repeatedly. It loves to take selfies. It seeks holes, things to put itself in. Maybe D-ck’s cold and needs to maintain a certain temperature?

Big Hint lads when you consider the interaction of Ms. V and Mr. D. D-ck gotta be invited in and learn the unique geography it’s about to enter. If not, it just feels like a home invasion instead of a cherished guest you welcome.

I think that requires a level of honesty and civility that we seem to have lost or barely had when it comes to sex and eroticism. Don’t assume, like when you visit a foreign country. Learn the language, the culture and learn from each other. Yeah, you probably might mangle how to pronounce potato, but as long as you’re respectful, I’m sure there’s good will to be had all around.

This, coupled with our society’s toxic practice of defining men by their lack of feelings and consciously robbing and denying them of eloquent ways to express their emotions outside of sports and women it seems, I posit, creates this chasm of discernment. I can’t imagine being told not to cry, be tough, man up when pretty much every living creature is imbued with emotion. Wouldn’t it be better if we were all taught to appreciate, share and process them in a healthy empowering manner without judgement or reprisal?

D-ck is vital in co-creating life. It too has a soul and it’s long overdue to get in touch and explore it.

P.S. Comments are disabled for this post not to censure but to avoid inappropriate or harmful dialog. However, this is the beginning of a creative project I want to write and produce.