siv

lord, make me a man.

edit: to elaborate:

never having to think about your genitals unless they are about to bring you peeing or pleasure, then putting them back in the lockbox and getting to forget about them for hours at a time. days! well, not the peeing part.

being able to be socially promiscuous and being sort of a Tom Jones rapscallion-figure as opposed to a morally perverted scullerymaid.

hair. getting to have it in the oddest places without so much as a second thought or look. not that i have much hair, but even the lack of armpit shaving would cut down on some shower-time.

"i gained five pounds! time to put on my completely figure-hiding drapey shirt and suit which can mask all sorts of unsightly figure flaws!"

etcetera.

being able to walk the streets at night a bit more adventurously.

being influenced by sex sells rather than being both influenced by it and having to be part of the selling.

got a weak chin? beard. got grey hair? distinguished. 70 years old? sean connery.

biological clock? hell, i could father kids like an aging Bacchus well into my Hefner years. not that i want to ever have kids.

trouble orgasming? is that like not being able to get a date?

photo posting test: (and an appropriately glowery one!!)