Well I’ll be damned... what started as a journey of sexploration, ended up killing their curiosity. What differentiated boys, from girls, was an enigma for a great while until you were “old enough” to get sex-Ed. After that, it was just a fest between ideas of lust and prepubescent wishful thinking.
Heck, I was never regarding anyone’s reproductive organs, until I clashed with the Martian ideal of this world. I wasn’t even regarding my own... but consistent poking at my being, and development, made me wish I had an eye down there, where the absolute need and obsession of others to bring attention to my hooch, turned THEM into the object of examination and dissection as to “why” it is so imperative to give validation for someone’s identity, through the excess(or absence) of fleshy bits.
