My Clit On The Ceiling Outranks Your Balls To The Walls
Balls and boobs beware

Screw Michael Burg, MD (AKA Medium Michael Burg)’s Balls to the Walls * and Kristine Laco’s Boob Wordles. My nether regions want in on the action and they are way more impressive.
*Put down the cordless DeWalt. I don’t mean literally.
Wouldn’t you rather hear about that weekend in Pattaya when an off-duty US marine saluted my clit — that was stuck to the ceiling? Or the fact that even vegans drool over my beef curtains? Sure, boobies are functional. Who doesn’t like a good slurp of mama milk to boost your immune system? But do those titties protect your babymaker from “external trauma” as do my piss flaps?
You boast about your damn testicles. Well, your balls may provide half of what’s needed to procreate, but can they fart out a Mini-Me? Do they protect you from nasty infections? Toulouse-Latrec and Al Capone would emphatically shout no.
My biggest ace in the hole: Georgia O’Keefe. Her “displays of flamboyant female sexuality” weren’t flesh melons and chest knobs. She ignored the roundish witheroons peering out from Pubie Thicket. She chose puss flaps. And the “little man in the canoe”.
Why? Because they’re gorgeous, that’s why. They look like flowers. Who wants to lounge in the Louvre staring at lumpy, fuzzed-hair cacti stumps? Or milk bags that look like their contents expired sixteen years ago?

My nether regions are better than balls and boobs. And so are your flesh flaps. So tell us all about them.
To plagiarize and paraphrase Goddess Kristine:
If you have a [clit] story, whip out [your labia majora mounds] and share it here. Size doesn’t matter when you’re talking about [a fish purse].
©Jennifer J. McDougall 2022






