Penultimate P

I literally haven't written anything (creative writing wise) in over five months and it's kind of sad. Well, I guess you could say that my various fantasies about me and F could be considered "creative writing..."

So, just sitting here at the moment writing up some notes for psychology. I dunno, I just wrote a dot point about female frigidity containing the words "insufficient lubrication of vagina, inadequate blood flow to clitoris."

It also strikes me as weird that the first time I've seen a penis since... say... when I was in year two and this kid was going swimming but he was too lazy to go to the change rooms or... a bush or something so he yanked down his shorts right in front of me, the world and God and exposed his willus and doodleberries.

I totally lost my train of thought. Oh wait, the last time I saw a penis (before the actual last time) was when that guy flashed me as I was walking home in year nine.

But the actual last time I saw a penis... it was dead. As in, it belonged to a dead person. As in, it was dead. As in, it wasn't alive. As in, it was attached to dead person. Well, really just like... the lower half of a dead person. That's kind of weird.

J