What does God look like when he takes his clothes off?
Is he smooth down there...like a Ken doll?
Is it worse to ask because God probably doesn't exist, or because we don't know?
Why, then, is it so important to ask people what they are? We are so obsessed with a part of the human anatomy that is revealed like an elusive fleshy art piece at private exhibitions and in professionally medical settings, both at the risk of compunction.
That isn't to suggest that you should run around naked with impunity. Arguably one's sex shouldn't be food for another's imagination in the first place, unless whoever’s dwelling on another's nude form is thinking it about it aesthetically, positively, maybe even...sexually.
For the past 200 years, we’ve been functioning under capital-A Kierkegaardian Angst about nudity and the act of sex, thanks to ecclesiastics and wealthy educated classes weaponizing sex and promiscuity as a filthifier and animalizer; therefore a clearer divider. And today’s culture has drastically changed the rules of expression and gender performance for reasons that pose as altruistic but are indeed insidiously predatory for everyone who isn't straight and born male. A trans woman on the cover of women's magazines appeases an assumed number of so-called SJWs in publications' audiences while selling the rest of its copies as suburban shock art, spurring critical discourse that reads, What is under there? How do they do it? Does this mean Kris Jenner is a...
lesbian?
That, in the very same way as God's penis, is really not our concern and should feel demoralizing or just boring to think about if we're not fantasizing.
Is a person's sex and sexuality interesting outside the context of the bedroom or the doctor's office? This is such a basic question that leads to unfathomable generalizations like most to all trans women are sexual predators, and most to all of those trans sexual predators call public bathrooms specifically their space to do harm.
This is just stark proof that imaginations should really only be allowed to people with capacity to reason.
The truth is, we "normal people" react in a predatory manner to the silliest and most superficial acts of expression, and our acts are not even limited to some imagined public bathroom. We are predatory everywhere.
We desperately need to come up with a way to reform our doling out penance for such baseless reasons for disappointment.
A real cause for disappointment is the fallibility of assigning subjective signified to pronouns--and charging triggered feelings to their usage. Objectively, you can't imagine something more arbitrary to get worked up about than pronouns.
It has become generally accepted that gender is performative--for everybody. Being male in the traditional sense carries with it a set of obsolete rules and made-up interdictions like you may not wear any bottoms but pants or shorts and threaten ALL MEN if you do not have two separate leg holes in your bottoms.
Those who want to participate in the rebellion against arbitrary rules either change their gender accordingly or just don't care about to which gender ideas, belongings, or actions belong, and claim fluidity. And that, for some reason, makes the rest of us insane.
Our obsession with pronouns makes obvious the impact categories and boxes have had on our lives. From birth, society tells us we can be anything we like and do anything we want, but that is simply a lie. Society is made up of hypocrites--we all deceive ourselves into thinking we are good and open-minded. This deception is lethal.
So, we have to disregard public sexuality while at the same time acknowledging it. Most of the time we go about our day, we don't think to ourselves that we are men and women. Writing this, I do not feel like a woman, nor do I feel like a man.
Reading this, are you worried about the other people who worry about what's in your pants?
