Serious question for the menfolk

If they are well endowed they enjoy it, and if they're not...they stretch it.

I don't mind being judged by the bountiful size and squeezability of The Girls...

Finn's cracking me up.

As I don't mind being defined by The Hammer of Thor

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9EoyEb1wTs

I thought this clip would end with Peter Boyle and Madeline Kahn in the hay.

Stretching SO doesn't work.

It just looks like weird.

I wouldn't know but have to wonder how you do? Unisex bathrooms in Oz?

Playful lovers.

Ah ha...

Uh uh....

Whereas I sympathize with the problems that periods cause, women don't have to worry about zipping their dick up in their zipper. I've done it a couple of times. (I'm a slow learner.) We're even, in my book.

That is beyond my ability to imagine.





David

Some very good answers! Thanks.

Shewolf, my periods didn't carry a lot of drama/pain with them. Well, ususally.

Pain wise, most of that occured in the first 8 to 10 years. I started when I was I think 11, and IMO, some of the pain was from not really knowing what to expect at that age, and into high school, just thinking I had to soldier on through the pain.
I do remember sitting in class in high school, and having what I thought of as "brown outs", where I'd lean over from a cramp (trying to make it look like I wasn't leaning over from a cramp), and everything would just turn gray in my vision for a few moments. Then of course there's that wonderful feeling when you're sitting on the commode like your insides are just going to fall out from between your legs, and plop with a big splash into the water below.

But still, I don't consider that a big deal. Into my 20's until the end, it was, as has been said some inconvenience that happened and you had to be prepared for.

What it taught me, not just physically, but in other areas of my life, is that one has to "ride the wave"
There's really not much, or anything in life, that maintains at a constant level, never changing.
Breath goes in and out, cycles come around, pain builds, crests and abates, pleasure does too.
Not that I thought about it much, but I'm sure the lesson was learned from these monthly reminders that nothing is forever, you always have another chance.
Personally, I have experienced that wonder of how powerful I am, as a woman....well, as a female I should say, as females of other species have the same ability to give life, reabsorb it, endure, adapt.

Here's a quote of Ma Joad, from the Grapes of Wrath (the movie). Truer words cannot be said...

a woman can change better'n a man. A man lives sorta - well, in jerks. Baby's born or somebody dies, and that's a jerk. He gets a farm or loses it, and that's a jerk. With a woman, it's all in one flow, like a stream - little eddies and waterfalls - but the river, it goes right on. Woman looks at it thata way

I do appreciate my lady parts are inside, not hanging out there vulnerable. It's an excellent metaphor.

A lot of people say "I'm glad I'm a man" or "I'm glad I'm a woman" and they can't imagine being the other. I certainly feel womanly, but I think I could just as easily feel manly, under different circumstances.
I think I can say I could feel manly because I know the strength it takes to be a woman, and strength is strength, it's just a matter of where or how it's used.

Okay, um, ow.

No, really. OW.

First day of the period is really, truly awful. I don't get nausea like osso used to, but it can be debilitating. This was so much fun when I used to travel for a living, or went camping or had to go to court. A joy when taking exams, or going through otherwise stressful times. I am allegedly perimenopausal but things are still regular or, rather, are back to being regular. There was a while there where I was going every three weeks, as my body was apparently having a fire sale for my remaining eggs.

Let's just say RP's a saint and get that out there right now.

So I look forward to the end of all that. And, I am older than littlek (I'll be fifty in less than a year and a half). Aside from a few minor hot flashes, I am essentially operating virtually exactly the same as I did a good ten years ago. Helfino why.

As for the question, I have dreamt of being male although not the equipment part of it all. I would definitely enjoy the (generally) faster weight loss part of being male.

Thank you; but no... My wife is more than enough, and this, and every moment I deny her my attention is dishonor...

I never had an issue with menstruation until I started going through perimenopause, then - wham! My whole world turned upside down and inside out. The bleeding part was absolutely dreadful, not to mention unpredictable. Now, however, 8 years into it, I'm on the verge of the real thing and everything has calmed down. I still get wicked hot flashes where I can barely stand to be in my body, and I still forget things which is why I have a notepad and pen attached to my hand at all times, but otherwise... life is quite enjoyable now.

As for being male, I could live with it. I'd like to be a guy for a day, just to see what it's like.

I'm watching "Conquest of the Planet of the Apes" (1972), I would imagine they also found this question to be of significance.

What do you mean?

What's interesting about all this is that despite the fact that we may complain about certain general features of our body (too fat, too thin, too tall etc) is that we seem hardwired to be comfortable as a male or female. I don't think it's a social imprint, but rather there at birth. No one here is looking to morph into the other sexes' body and we can barely relate to the experience. We might want the rights a society affords a certain sex, but women don't have "penis envy" and men are not expressing "womb envy". Overall, we seem like were we are locked in to what we are with appreciation for what the opposite sex brings to the relationship. It's Viva la difference! and not wanting to trade places. It makes me think about transgender people who I think have been "wired" incorrectly. They do not have this feeling of rightness, but rather they are trapped in the wrong body. It probably feels like your body had been abducted by an alien of the wrong sex. I bet a male to female transgender person could really answer Chai's question.