Jan 24, 2010 16:56
So, I'm writing in here once more- it's sporadic these days, but Katie wants me to, so I'm going to write about our experiences last night.
First we decided to go downtown (Detroit for the uninitiated). I know, it was scary. We went to Xochimilco's, a Mexican restaurant that was superb. I wish i took pictures of our food because it was amazing. Then we went to Royal Oak for dessert at Astoria Bakery. Best strawberry shortcake ever. And we went into Noir Leather, this boutique that had well, leather and other fetish items. We were looking at their porn selection and Katie saw one particular title that featured a lovely lady with a penis. However, this was no normal penis this was:
DUN, DUN, DUN. An uncircumcised penis.
Which caused much uproar. At first she was confused, didn't know what she had seen. She thought that perhaps this lady had done something weird to her penis due to hormones she might have taken or something else connected with her being transsexual. But i assured her that, no, this was the normal state of a penis in nature. She was taken aback. She had never seen one like that. In fact, it caused her to go into a full blown state of panic. She asked me a million questions about how it functioned and what the foreskin actually did when a man was aroused. I thought it was so amusing that she had never even seen a picture of an uncut man, in all her (almost) 23 years.
I know what you're thinking, well you guys are lesbians so you've never seen penises. Au contraire, since we've both slept with men on a few occasions. But anyway, we both were a little grossed out and talked about how, socially, we had come this far without being exposed, so to speak, to one. And we talked about how it wasn't fair that a "natural" penis would cause so much revulsion, since it is essentially a mutilation. And how in Europe almost NO ONE is cut unless they're Jewish.
All in all, Katie was quite distressed until i finally pulled into a country bar on the way home. Literally in the middle of nowhere, I thought we were going to be killed. Coincidentally, perhaps ironically, it was called BJ's Saloon.
A nice establishment, all told, with some bad ass karaoke. We had a drink (jack and coke for me, labatt blue for her) and listened to the awful strains of "Landslide" and "Someday" by Sugar Ray in the background.
And when we got home, we did some Wikipedia-ing of circumcision. We were both previously against it, since we thought it would be unnecessary and hypocritical to mutilate a baby without his consent since we were opposed to the same in females. But upon looking at it more, we thought it would be more cruel NOT to, since no one would want to sleep with an uncut man and it is better to do it when he is a baby and won't remember it.
I hope I haven't offended any of my poor, uncut, male readers. (Do I have any?)
Thank you for listening/reading,
M.