During my infirmary, a radio station I frequently listen to had a couple of discussions which made me want to call in. The question dealt with people bringing their sons and daughters into opposite-gender locker rooms at the gym. The calls on this were interesting to say the least. A very spirited debate over whether those sons and daughters should be exposed to the nudity of a locker room; and whether the men and women in said locker rooms should have to be concerned about being seen by said daughters or sons.
One female caller was spot on, "We're much too inhibited, too hung-up about nudity in this country."
Most thought it was awful and, if a sitter could not be found, then the parents should stay home; that a gym locker room where said sons or daughters could be exposed to naked bodies is no proper place for them. Why, for God's sake??? What are they afraid they'll see? This...
Or maybe this?
And, of course, as usual that fearful attitude was worse when it came to daughters being in the men's locker room.
A few days later, one of the DJ's had mentioned his parents showing him an old photo album; one in which his folks were vacationing at the beach (long before our DJ had been born). In these pictures, his father wore a Speedo, a tiny, tight, Speedo.
The DJ declares, "Oh, my God! Turn the page, turn the page." My reaction to his reaction was "WTF?" It's as if the DJ did not want to acknowledge that his father had a cock. Ridiculous. What is so awful about seeing a bulge at a man's crotch? I wanted to tell this DJ to "Man the fuck up."
Of course, here at Big Whack Attack, I truly believe there should be no hiding of our bodies. We have what we have; what we were born with.
And we strive to get people to adopt a more accepting attitude toward the male package.