unless we are actually involved in some kind of consensual relationship with him. We do not want to see a total stranger pull up in his car and wave his wiener at us at a bus stop (that happened to me) or on a busy downtown sidewalk first thing in the morning (or ever) (that also happened to me). It's gross and it does not impress us or make us want to have sex with that person. We think he's a weirdo and a creep and we want him to go away. I do not understand why some guys - a lot of them, actually - do this.

I can't even imagine doing such a thing. Something must be broken in some people.

And the same would apply to men wanting to see women naked. Sure fine. But not in public or even against their will.

Some men are just warped idiots; even our illegitimate so-called president.

I honestly had no idea how frequent some of this behaviour was. It makes me wonder about some of my firends and co-workers.

as one lady comic put it, Penis Envy? Why would we envy something that looks like a dead chicken's neck and can be out-performed by a couple of double A batteries?

Good question. I’ve pondered that question myself.

Or the Louis CK thing. Like... why? At no point would I think randomly exposing myself to some woman would work out in my favor, even if that were my kink.

So sick and tired of seeing actors in nude scenes with ghastly large members. I'm thinking to myself, okay, there are women out there that can enjoy every centimeter of that girth, but seriously, not all of us gals look forward to a lifetime of cystitis.

Give the actor good lines to recite because the sexiest part of a man is his brain.

Freudian, maybe.

LOL!

Comes across as gratuitous.

I was driving alone. Most of my cars were small and lower to the ground. A pickup was sort of following me and then getting in front of me and then I would have to pass him and then on one of these stupid things, he lifted himself out of the seat and exposed himself to me. I was horrified. He tried to get me to pull over or whatever and I just started driving as fast as I could. Finally somewhere around OKC, I lost him.

I was driving on a road in a rural area and this guy was tailing me so I slowed way down and he not pass. Then he passed and slowed down. Then he sped away really fast and when I came around the next curve he was out of his car with his pants down masturbating as I drove by. Then I drove as fast as I could too.

For me this was long before cell phones and it was a very lonely stretch of interstate highway (in the 60s the highways were almost empty for miles) and I was scared.

I have had a few of those kinds of incidents. One day a man walked up to me on the street and whipped his thing out. I sort of shrieked and ran down the street away from him.

But I did have a few strange but very sweet things happen...once I was walking (remember when we did that?) down a fairly busy street and a man came up, dropped to his knee, sort of bowed his head and thanked me for being on the planet. Then we both walked away.

The Australian film "Age of Consent" in which she modeled nude for artist James Mason. 1969, she was 22 playing a teenager. Directed by Michael Powell. I saw it back when it came out.

Takes place on the Great Barrier Reef. Nude snorkeling, too. It left an impression.

When living in Portland, ME around 1990 I was waiting at a street corner for the "walk" light to change
so I could cross the street.
Traffic was moving slowly, as it was downtown.

When one guy drove by, I thought,
"Why is he holding a hotdog in his lap?"

Apparently he was driving around ... exposed?

"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

but I did go on several dates where the guy would eventually guide my hand to his bulge, still clothed. I suppose that my consent would have meant that things would have progressed. I was young and desired romance, so it was a turn off. Little did they know that I was eager as well, but five minutes of back seat necking didn’t “feed the bulldog” as my hubby used to say. Women think with their hearts.

I would be on my best gentlemanly behavior. If I was lucky enough that she noticed me long enough to say a simple 'hello' to me, I would go out and found a temple in her honor.

Those clods ruined an encounter with Helen Mirren with their (literally) dickish behavior.

It's not fair...