Those first two responses actually kind of surprised me. You'd think that these people were obligated to read and respond to every single post on every single thread. I usually just don't respond to the threads that I don't like. I also don't click on the ones that I know are going to get me riled.

That being said, I guess I'll join in the fun.

I was just thinking today how much I think of that organ more than any other organ in my body. My heart, my lungs my stomach, and my brain all serve integral functions in the process of keeping me alive. My penis seems to guide me into all kinds of places that I shouldn't be. For some reason, I still trust it to make decisions for me.

If I had a heart transplant tomorrow, or had to be put on an iron lung, I would live. I would eventually lead a happy life with whatever condition was forced on me as a result. These thoughts don't scare me that much.

However, threaten to cut my dick off, and my legs snap closed so fast you could probably hear it for miles. I still think cathader(sp?) is a bad word. So bad, I can't even think of how to spell it.

This has gotten rather lengthy. Twenty years from now, I'm going to look back on my mid-twenties(now) and wonder what happened.

I just wanted to be one of the ones to speak candidly about a sensitive area.

-Racer