The Vagina and Penis Are A Temple

I went to Catholic school from third to eighth grade. In that time, I learned something very valuable: The body is a temple.

Let me get spiritual on you for a second. We’re supposed to treat our bodies like the house of God. It is meant to be pure and clean. It’s that simple, but people manage to add what my “homeboys” like to call “dubs on hubcaps.” Translated, our society dictates what maintaining your body as a temple means.

For the vagina and penis that means staying hidden and pure for worship. Never speak about yourself in public and by golly don’t display yourself. But I never visited a temple like that.

From my understanding, temples are places you go for worship and display your love for God. So if the body is a temple, shouldn’t it be on display and worshiped?

Obviously I’m taking it too far, but I want people to know that your body shouldn’t be hidden or kept behind closed doors. Sure, there are plenty of pussies–the type of people not the delicate flower–in this world that would puke at the sight of a private part. They hate hearing about these things and feel they shouldn’t be bothered by them. These same pricks drive cars that help pollute society or smoke cigarettes around their children so excuse me if I care less about you hating the sight of a dick or cooch.

I salute private parts.

Just the other day, I was searching for images on Google for something as simple as “obvious signs”. I don’t have my safe filters on because I’m an adult. Thus, I came across a picture of a very attractive vagina. Instead of avoiding the visual, I clicked on it and found several clean, non-pornographic shots of vaginas. Art.

Though I did find myself turned on, I more so found myself intrigued with the various shapes and sizes of the vagina. I’ve seen them before in my undergraduate classes and in person, but they always amaze me. Penises aren’t as visually attractive. This is probably the machismo in me typing, but I just don’t see the same beauty. There are like three standard penises out there. Seen three, seen ‘em all.

But that doesn’t mean that the penis shouldn’t be displayed as an art. It deserves as much attention as the vagina. I know the Vagina Monologues are out there supporting women because men talk too much about their cocks. Yet, there aren’t enough positive conversations about the penis.

Our tool shows power. It thrusts. Penetrates. Tears.

The vagina is a door to live. It caresses. Comforts. Drips. Soothes.

So though I support the vagina “all day ‘er day,” I think penises deserve some worship as well. They aren’t as pretty, but Mona Lisa is no Jessica Alba, Hallie Berry, or Penélope Cruz.

What does this have to do with writing?

I don’t believe in making our private parts taboo. If you’re writing a romance without sexuality, it’s not a romance–it’s a children’s book. For anyone afraid of writing a novel containing sex or the expression of sexuality, I encourage you to go for it. You’re no less credible of an author in my eyes.