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The Penis Monologue.
I did not always know I had a penis. I’m not sure if I was told I had a penis. As a little boy, it was referred to as a “pee pee”. Other times, the region was vaguely referred to as my “private parts”. I understood that boys had penises and girls had – well, all I knew was that girls did not have penises. I was never told that girls have vulvas, let alone a vagina, a clitoris, and a urethra of their very own.
I was never told I had testicles, let alone that they were the reason I was male. I was vaguely aware of this sac underneath my little penis. I naively reasoned that this was where urine was stored. I was never told I had a bladder. I otherwise did not give urination much thought.
Once when I was little, my ‘pee pee’ hurt. So I went to my mother. It did not occur to me to even consider asking my dad. In fact, I disliked the idea, when it was suggested to me.
I was never told I was circumcised. I was never aware of my lack of a foreskin. I remember noting the color differential, and the ring of discoloration around my penis.
Occasionally I noted my penis lengthening slightly and becoming stiff. This puzzled me, yet I never thought of it as a bad thing. It never occurred to me that this was anything sexual. I was never told what an erection is.
I remember learning about wet dreams in school. So-called “nocturnal emissions”. Talk about taking a delightful experience as orgasm and turning it into something experienced while unconscious, and described in bland scientific terms, no less. … more at timmytm: The Penis Monologue.