SFW, I think. I didn't see any explicit photos on the front page.
I'm finding the title of this post hard to say.
The first phrase of your text, though, has a Woody Guthrie flavor I like. All over this land.
Would you expect — I know this isn't real but it reflects a conception of someone else's sexuality — it to be worn so that the wearer or some hypothetical audience saw it rightside up?
A bunch of us chipped in and bought a satin elephant "costume" for a departing co-worker some years back.
Every so often, people talk about reviving codpiece-wearing. D.H. Lawrence was in favor of this, and I remember Elderige Cleaver built one into a line of pants he wanted to sell from exile in Algeria in the early seventies.
Should this ever be attempted, representational designs of a "little fireman" quality would be a natural, I think. Sort of like the way birdhouses in my youth often looked like miniatures of the house.
If I had a penis
I'd penis in the morning
I'd penis in the evening
All over this land
For professional reasons I'll be attending a drag king show/conference on Friday, and I'm definitely bringing "cockstume" up in conversation.
Sure, "professional reasons." We believe you.
No we don't. Armsmasher, you really need to overcome that need to rationalize your attendance at drag shows. Hold your head up and say, "I like drag kings!" and make no explanation, damnit.
Now I understand why everyone always says "Apostropher is the Hero!"
Oh, come on Stroll. Butch it up a li'l. Real men don't whine about papercuts on their cocks.
The real question is why does The Cowboy need guns?
(alternate-low-sperm-count-version: Are The Cowboy's bullets blanks?)
15: What are the circumstances under which you know this to be true?
(Or, alternately, I have a feeling I'm not a real man.)
Real men don't whine about pain AT ALL, you pussy.
In related news, Wikipedia needs your help.
Note I'm not meatpuppeteering here since I'm not saying how to vote.
(PSBNRFW)
lol @ 14.
I don't know why that posted twice, and so far apart in time.
Real men don't whine about pain AT ALL, you pussy.
Like Denis Leary's dad:
My dad once cut off his thumb with a power saw, duct-taped it back on, and drove himself to the hospital smoking a Camel un-filtered on the way. My dad's theory was simple: no pain-no fucking pain.
Just before doing all that, he said, "Watch this."