I love men...

I love men. I do, I love everything about a man -- except for his penis. I think it's the ugliest... "thing"... creation... whatever... and yet, without it, I don't know how I could love a man so much. It's ironic... that I love men so much because of all that testosterone. Yet the place from where testosterone comes is, in my opinion, just so... ugly. And sometimes, it too often replaces his mind. But that's ok... during one physical condition. That's not to say that a vagina is any more glamorous. But with women it's different.... We're better than men, in that sense. We just have more sense. We are just better, somehow in separating sex from real life...But somehow....Today I was driving and while I'm in the car, I look to my left and there is the most pulchritudinous of men steering the wheel and mmm, I so wished I was that wheel. There's something about the way men drive that just makes me, as Ashlee Simpson would say, "La La". Maybe it's all that control that they inevitably possess the minute they get in the car - the necessary control - the kind of control that if he loses focus, he might crash and die. Now... if only I can just claim that kind of dictatorship over the next man, then to hell with the ugliness of his penis. It's ok if I don't make sense... It's been a long day and I'm in need of some strong arms... I rarely feel alone, but sometimes...