Gender Indifference(s)

Had an interesting conversation with a female friend. Her question was "what would you do if you had 24 hours to be the other sex?" My answer was fairly obvious.

"Play with my tits." Probably waste the whole damn 24 hours, too. Said breasts would be all purple-hued and sore. I know myself. But I wouldn't get any farther than that, even if I had bought myself an expensive French dinner and the ballet. Easy I am not. I'm not giving up third base until the second day, dude.

"What about you, C?" I asked.

"I'd pee standing up, screw a girl, and get a blowjob."

"Wow, lofty ambitions. Nice to see you ladies would take the high road, given the chance."

"Well, I suppose I could be physically abusive, but that's not really my cup of tea. Higher wages might be fun, though!"

"Who's gonna give you this blowjob?" This from M, who is a friend of C. Both C and M are cute blondes, by the way.

"Hmmm. Gosh, I didn't think of that. I guess you will."

"Well..... Ok!"

"Now hold it one fucking minute. I play with my tits for a day, and they get bruised and sore. That, ladies, is reality. Asking for a bj, out of the blue, AND getting one, is not. Just because there is a multi-billion dollar industry built on that very premise, does not make it fucking so!

There are hoops that one has to jump through, obstacles to overcome. You gotta put in the required man-hours, soldier! Flowers, dinner, hours listening to her prattle on about her hair and make-up...blow jobs don't just fall into your lap, you know. They have to be cultivated, raised from a tiny seedling with great care!"

C: "Wow, we never realized."

M: "Yeah. You guys should be commended, maybe even given medals for all that effort."

"I'm just trying to light the way for a generation, that's all."

Ch-changes

I deleted the story I started because, at this time, it's going nowhere. Maybe it'll work itself out in the future, we'll see.
Where have I been? Well, be careful what you wish for and all that shit. I got a job, about 15 hours a week, but I took a Saturday morning class, which means I have classes 6 days a week. I usually leave the house before the sun comes up and get home after the sun goes down. This leaves me very little time for the family, and, not surprisingly, even less time for writing. So, for the next 2 or 3 months, this site will change focus a little. Less storytime, more me bitching, cheering, etc., just to sharpen the writing skillzz.
No fucking navel-gazing, though. I hate that shit.

Later. Packers are playing in 20, and I have no beer.