If I were a woman
I'd have to start thinking
about eye shade
and face powder and lipstick,
Tampax and high heeled shoes, and then
I'd have to
instruct my behind to wiggle laterally
as I reeled down the street, and
I guess I'd have to figure out
how to sit down holding my knees
together.
Certain
gender-specific occupations would
immediately become available,
such as being a nun or dental
hygienist, a housewife (forget it)
or a prostitute:
I'd love to know how much I could get.
I'd subscribe to Elle
and go
on a lemon yogurt diet, wear
a peekaboo bra with lots of black lace,
dye my hair
some seductive color and make love to
other women and sometimes
to guys,
just to see what's what
on the receiving end. In the world
of arts & sports
my role models would be Sigourney Weaver
and Martina Navratilova.
If I were a sister
it would be great to feel my
nipples growing hard with excitement,
and as for
multiple orgasms you can naturally
count me in, but I'd just
never be able
to make up my mind about
having a baby, and, well, to be
totally honest,
I know I'd miss my dick a lot.