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Why Richard, Roosters & Tabby's Are Ticked: A Kinky Conversation About Body Parts

I remember when I was a kid, I had the most outlandish theories on how babies were made. I thought that if two people were sitting at a table naked and drinking champagne with poop in it, they were making babies. Please. Do Not Ask. I actually see the psychology behind my thinking but its all too shameful to share. I can't do it. As time went on I eventually learned how babies came about and learned that some people like to practice having babies, with zero intention of making them at all.
That's when the name calling came about.
Kids in school would refer to male genitals with the most lewd words. My eyes would widen and then narrow in disgust. Who came up with these names? They are terrible. I recall my eldest daughter taking a bath. I was washing her up and she said "Mommy, Cameron has a tail." I kept washing. I had an idea of where this was going and I wanted to know why in the hell she was privy to this in daycare. I said "really?" She said "Yes. He has a tail, but it's in the front." It was then that I explained to her that Cameron's tail is a private part of his body that no one should see and it's called a penis. I didn't want to assign some vague or vulgar name to it. I called it what it was and told her that she has a vagina and left it at that. I told her about all she needed to know at her age.
Years later, I'm quite desensitized to all of the names that are used for male and female anatomy.
You want to name a womans vagina after a feline? Go for it. You want to take an innocent nickname for Richard and turn it into a penile pet name? Have at it. You want to take a poor rooster and turn him into a love muscle? I'm not stopping you.
I just wonder why people don't come up with better names for these body parts. I'll admit that referring to genitals by biological name doesn't make for sexy talk but when we are being casual, do we have to be so darn lewd? I get that you dont want someone to say "my vagina is secreting sexual discharge for you" or "my penis is super erect." but there has to be some sort of balance. I'd like to believe we are creative. Can't we come up with some better names that don't have Richard, Tabby's and Roosters shamed? Just wondering.
Thinking Kinky...

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