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We didn’t have metaphors in our day. We didn’t beat about the bush.


Hurrah! Theme Thursday is upon us again, and my tendency to pick the image and the title before looking at the theme has again seen me located precariously between a rock and a hard place.

Despite what you are all thinking, and notwithstanding the firm, proud-looking member above, the theme today has nothing to do with the sexy world of horticulture. Not one jot. No, today were are talking COLLECTION, and when I think COLLECTION I think “phallus”!

Huh?!?

Phallus.

Well, more precisely, the cruel notion of phallocentrism, or – if you like – the COLLECTION of phalluses that poke and prod their filthy way into every facet of human society!

It’s no point blaming Derrida people. Yes, he was a filthy-minded Frenchman with a predilection for intellectual masturbation [there’s that phallus again], but bear with me here...

Phallocentrism is the notion that the operative principle of culture is male-dominated. MEN!

Just as the phallus is implicitly – and more often explicitly – assumed to be the only significant sexual organ, the masculine is accepted as the central point of reference for society, the only source of validity and authority!

Moreover, everywhere I turn a phallus! Even a pleasant stroll in the park is ruined by the ripe, firm young budding manhood blossoming thing photographed above. Distressed, I turn around and there sits Empress Towers! Like Cathy flailing about on the moor, tears in eyes I make my way back to the office to find a banana on my desk!

When will it end?!?

Comments

Tom said…
it worries me that you see a phallus everywhere...but still, i love the cactus; does that make me gay?
Brian Miller said…
hope you enjoy the banana...nice cactus, as a phallus it might hurt...
Chris Wolf said…
rather confused here, are you saying you collect phallus?
Babzy.B said…
I like your prose , so funny ... The flowers cactus are beautiful !
kylie said…
since when has the phallus been blue? or yellow?
your interpretation of phallus is so broad, next you'll be seeing them in crazy things like cucumbers
Baino said…
Good grief man . . aren't you 'getting any'? Don't answer that. It's none of my business!
Roddy said…
Even a prickly little character like a cactus can have its bright moments. Colourful little character isn't it?
Anonymous said…
Okaaaaaay...wot Roddy said...
Jasmine said…
Your collection made me smile. Beautiful picture :)
Wings1295 said…
Hey, we all have unique outlooks on the world, no? :)
Kate Hanley said…
Very funny. When I went on trips, I'd get my husband a small model of a monument (Eiffel Tower, Statue of Liberty) until a friend of mind said, "What? You want his office filled phallic world symbols?"
Kate Hanley said…
Very funny. When I went on trips, I'd get my husband a small model of a monument (Eiffel Tower, Statue of Liberty) until a friend of mind said, "What? You want his office filled phallic world symbols?"
Kate Hanley said…
Very funny. When I went on trips, I'd get my husband a small model of a monument (Eiffel Tower, Statue of Liberty) until a friend of mind said, "What? You want his office filled phallic world symbols?"
Skip Simpson said…
Sigmund Freud would have had a field day with you! LOL! I enjoyed the post! Very clever!
e said…
What Skip said! Happy Theme Thursday!
Betsy Brock said…
Looks like you flustered Kate so badly she posted a threepeat! ha!

I don't know about that cactus...being so prikly and all!
Megan said…
When, indeed?!?
Dreamhaven said…
There is a festival, complete with a parade in Japan called the festival of the steel phallus. There is also a garden of them where Japanese women can pray for fertility. Google that.
RLM Cooper said…
What a gorgeous photograph. Almost good enough to eat. Err...excuse me, I have to go now. :)
Anonymous said…
In my house I refer to it as penis privilege.

Re; Derrida
He spent his last years dumped in my neck of the woods with some juicy academic position.
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all, I'm struggling to keep up!

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