Sigmund Freud announced that we girls have penis envy. What a thought! Penis envy – no way!
Packed on the outside in a loose sack, overhung by a strange protuberance, swaying from side to side at every step, needing constant scrotal adjustment in trousers, underpants and shorts, do you think men can be anything other than penis fixated?
Imagine having all your bits hanging out in a bulge between your legs? We would be eternally conscious of it. We criticise men for “fiddling about”, for thinking of nothing else but sex, for letting their little head rule their big head – but no wonder – their sexual organs are so constantly in front of their faces, it’s the one thing they all have to notice.
I think Mr Freud showed muddled thinking in his conclusion about how I feel – I think he must have had his own problems. I much prefer my neatly packed equipment. I don’t think of sex constantly, I don’t have to fiddle and adjust; I don’t have to artificially emphasise my bulge or brag about how large I am. I never have to enter silly competitions to see who’s biggest or longest to boost my ego – and I can sit on mine!
I have never, ever, not once in my life looked at a penis and thought “Ooooo! I WISH I had one like that. Penis envy? No way!