Boy, this is embarassing.

I had a fascination with it even when young. Several times I got in trouble for sticking it out, in inappropriate situations.

But it was such fun to do, to see the reaction.

"Eeeewwww! Stop sticking it out!"

Yet I did. I was a mischevious child.

So, now I put it on display--for you.

Then I got older, and learned more. Learned what it could do. In my teenage years, especially, it was easy to get a pretty girl's attention with what I could do with it. Like many teenage boys, I used it to make a pretty girl do things she wouldn't think of doing otherwise. I tempted them with it. I wooed them with it.

I was not a heartbreaker, but I knew the potentiality was always there...with this organ.

Odd, this organ. Boneless and flexible, yet with such power. All muscle and skin, yet you can make it do amazing things, despite its bonelessness.

Odd how many relationships depend on how well you can use it. Amazing how lonely some women get, when the man can't use it well, and rarely shares what it can do with them. Marriages have ended because of a man's failure to use that organ, to share what he is with the woman.

Other men, with less scruples than I, have used that organ to sway many women and bring them to their ruin. Even televangelists---perhaps especially televangelists---have done it, have used it, for unsavory and lustful ends.

Certainly politicians have used it for their own ends, and are infamous for such.

Odd how many urges, how many tastes, depend on that organ---and what it responds to, and how.

Don't tell anyone, but I like to get together with a large group, not just a one-on-one meeting, and see who can use theirs the best, and elicit the most compliments from others.

I know this sounds like I'm bragging, but...

Did you know I can contort it? I can roll it, making it bend so that...well, you'd have to see it. Not everyone can do that. I hear one has to be born with a special gene to do that.

Some people get a stud or a ring put in theirs. I think that's a little much, myself. I wince at the very thought.

When you've got it, flaunt it.

Yes, indeed. It's my favorite body part.

Despite its bonelessness, the tastelessness of sticking it out,it remains my favorite body part.

Yes...so many things can be done with it. I feel sorry for those who don't know how to use it well.

Thank goodness for the tongue.

The words you can form with them have been the ruin of many a woman, and many a man, yet it's wonderful to have it...

With it, the gift of communication is born---but unfortunately, also the capacity to lie for your own ends...

Why, yes. Of course I was talking about the tongue, throughout this entire essay.

What else could I be talking about?