Perhaps its because i'm staring at my....

I remember reading in reader's digest a while back that Americans, when polled on where they seem to think the best, responded for the most part, "the toilet". Things are a bit different for me, I tend to do my best thinking in the shower. But the bottom line is, we seem to think our best when we're fully exposed, and staring down at our genitals.

Perhaps the unraveling freedom of a dangling penis, or the airy whispers brushing upon an unclad crotch, promote a likewise freedom of the mind. Or perhaps its the unparalleled beauty of our reproductive organs that reminds us of elevated existance and beckons us to shed all forms of solipsism as we chart new territory and draw new maps of the world around us. Or maybe we are rendered into a trance-like state of sorts, as we stare at our fully exposed organs and think, "wow i don't see this often enough". Whatever the case may be, our penises and our vaginas are inspirational in more way than one.

We don't pay enough tribute to our reproductive organs. Japan has a whole day of tribute dedicated towards the phallic beauty of the penis. They carve out wooden penises and revere them for their beautiful structure and mushroom-like granduer. Then they go home and fuck like chipmunks. Why must Japan always seem to get things so right? Lets all from time to time take time to give respect to our organs... Shave, pamper, groom, caress. Do whatever you have to do to let your penis or vagina know, you love it.