Insanity of Motherhood

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The P Word


Before I begin today’s blog I want to give a warning.  This blog is a PG-13 blog or possibly an R depending on how offended you are with me using anatomically correct terms for male and female reproduction parts.  You can make a choice to read.  I’m sure I have peaked your interest, so let’s continue.

Last weekend my girlfriend asked me to attend an art show her friend was hosting.  I love art shows.  I love artists too for that matter.  There is something inspiring about someone who has chosen their life to following their passion and create.

Before we went to the show I asked my friend what kind of art would be seeing.

“So what is the show about?  Does it have a theme?” – Me

“Okay, I know you’re going to laugh…penises.” – Friend

She was right.  I did laugh.

“Ha, ha, ha.  What do you mean?  An art show devoted to the male penis?” – Me

“Yes.  That’s right.  Four women all doing artwork revolving around the male genitalia.” – Friend


In the art world art showing various women parts has been popular for a while.  Female breasts, buttocks and vagina have been the focus of art shows for years.  Doing an art show focusing on the male counterpart, the penis, is a different idea.  Very different.  After my girlfriend told me what the show’s focus was I didn’t think I could go.  I started to feel embarrassed and wasn’t sure looking at male genitalia would interest me.  But then my WTH attitude kicked in and I told myself it might be interesting and dare I say, enlightening.

As we drove to the show I felt nervous.  I had no idea what to expect.  We both had dinner plans with our husbands later so we planned to arrive early to visit the show before the real opening.  I was glad to be the first ones at the show so fewer people would be able to see my reaction.

The show was in a hip part of downtown San Diego.  It was an area where lots of artists have studios and where galleries are commonplace.  Walking up the stairs to the show I wished we had stopped at one of the bars along the way for a quick drink…tequila came to mind.  Instead we arrived sober, but were luckily handed a glass of wine prior to our viewing.

The art show was a  VERY brightly lit room.  Four women artists displayed their art on the walls.  The room was very simply decorated except for the various penises on display.

Nothing, not even a shot of tequila, can prepare you for seeing wall after wall of penises.  Some were colorfully drawn.  Others were done in black and white.  One artist used the theme from the childhood books, “Dick and Jane”.  I don’t need to explain that do I?  However, it was the photographs that were the most shocking.  Although I live in a home with four penises I don’t spend a lot of time looking at them.  As a matter of fact only my husband and the little guy get any viewing.  Seeing a detailed photo of something you don’t often see is…well…shocking.

My girlfriend and I did our share of giggling.  The first reaction of seeing this type of art makes one feel like a 13-year-old girl.  I tried to keep my giggles under control as the artists explained a little about their art.  Several of them used internet porn to do their research.  One artist confessed her boyfriend was her model.  I could never imagine my husband posing for anyone other than me, especially to be drawn and shown to the world.   The boyfriend seemed proud to be on display.

I don’t think of myself a prude, but it was hard to keep up composure at the showing.  I suppose that was the point of the show though right?  A little shock and perspective about the male body which often remains unseen.  Well, whatever the goal of the show it got me thinking.

As my girlfriend and I looked over her friend’s display of 100 penises we couldn’t help but talk about the topic…the penis.   Since we both had sex with people other than our husbands (prior to marriage of course) we were able to see a few that looked familiar.  The discussion led to penis length, shape, circumcision and girth.  Who knew there was so much to discuss?  I guess it explains why men are so obsessed with their male parts.  There really is a lot to a penis.

My girlfriend is a loyal and loving friend and decided to make a purchase of her friend’s art.  She chose a drawing that frankly unless you knew it was a penis, you would never know otherwise.  Feeling smug and wanting to support a friend and artist I decided to make a purchase too.  It was agony to select the perfect drawing.  Most of them looked liked penises and frankly I didn’t see how I would ever be able to display it in my home.  My husband and teenage boys would form a huge protest.  Finally I found a drawing that was colorful, interesting and not offensive.


I haven’t found the right spot to display my new artwork, but I am feeling apprehensive.  When I showed my little son the piece he knew right away what it was.

“Momma,  I don’t think you can hang that picture up in your bathroom.  I looks like something only a boy would have.” – Little Boy

“Oh.  What would that be?” – Me

“A rocket ship.” – Little Boy

Hmm…he was a bit off with his guess.  However, the way men feel about their men parts I don’t think he was too far off from being right.

Author: insanityofmotherhood

Mom of three boys, wife, educator, and all around nice gal in the middle of a midlife something. It's not a crisis, but it's something…

8 thoughts on “The P Word

  1. I love this post..

  2. my mom is an artist and we had a penis hanging on the balcony of our terrace while we were growing up for at least 20 years. It was only in my mid20s that I realised what it actually portrayed πŸ˜‰

  3. It’s good to expand our minds..i guess.. i do like your picture and yes, it could be a rocketship πŸ˜‰

  4. What a great idea.I am not sure they would have anything like this in Indiana. I would try it out but, I think I would have to have my rum with me. I just hope I wouldn’t feel too insecure or under developed. I would imagine it was very eye opening..

    • Under developed? I’m sure that would not be the case. The show did have quite the variety on display. I tried to get my husband to go with, but he declined. Still it was one of those things you do and never forget. πŸ™‚

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