I went to a poetry reading the other night, something I've not done in a long, loong time - since college, just to give (some of you) an idea. So it was fun. But. It was all boys reading their stuff, and I'd say 70% of it was about their penis. And I'm not talking generally about sex, or the process of 'getting someone' or whatnot. No, their penis. I'm baffled. I suppose I'm as fond as the next person of my private parts, and very well might write an ode were I inclined to write at all. But surely it woudn't be the majority of what I'd write.
Gay and straight, by the way. Actually, one of the straight boys was the only one that wasn't penis-obsessed. I don't know why that surprised me.