Penis Envy

I have resented the fact that the rules are different for boys since I was a young girl. I am the oldest but my brother was allowed to spend the night with his friends. Even though my brother was Joe Clueless he could be trusted out later and he could be trusted to remain safe at someone's house overnight. He could also play touch football with the neighborhood boys. Of course for me it wasn't just that I would be the only girl outside playing football. It was also that once I was out there things changed. I can remember resenting my body, my hips and breasts. I felt like I wasn't a person because of my body. I was an object to be gaped at. I was a thing that could be touched and grabbed without giving consent. For some reason if I was there the focus moved from play to sex.

As an adult I have learned to love my body (multi-orgasms are definitely a plus;) I have learned to appreciate the gaping and the occasional grope (from the right person and only with my consent). And I have learned how to appreciate and exploit the differences in the rules. But every once in awhile I still wish I had a penis.