Voluntary Submission

I have to do it. I can't go on like this. It's too shameful.

I have officially submitted my manhood card. Yep, turned it right in this morning. I can no longer call myself a man. I found myself this morning sorting AND organizing my clothes in my closet. They are sorted by color, style, fabric, and use. I can't believe I'm admitting this to the world.

So most of the women out there are thinking, "So What?". I know it doesn't seem too strange to women. I have known plenty of women that have done this very same thing in the past. I have made fun of every single person that has done this. And now look. I have become one of THEM. Good lord, what is happening to me?

I can watch a gay cowboy movie and still be a man. I can admit that I like to wear pink and still be a man. Hell, I can even order an egg salad sandwich with iced tea and still be a man. But I can't do this. I didn't even realize what I was doing until it was almost over. It's not like I woke up this morning and said, "I think I'll re-arrange my closet by color and style." No, I was a man this morning which involved getting up half asleep, scratching my ass, and taking a leak. Then just sitting there and doing nothing. I think it all started when I decided to finish doing a load of laundry. Then I started hanging up the clothes and next thing I know I'm crying because I lost my manhood. Well, I wasn't really crying, but there was a sense of sadness. When you've been a man for almost 32 years, you tend to miss it when it's gone.

I know I'm being all melodramatic, but guys now a days don't have much left. Women constantly complain about equality. So we gave them equality. Then there was "Sex and the City". Lord knows now that the differences between men and women are no longer as clear as they used to be. It's the little things that matter. And this was one of those little things.

Anyway, I guess I'll have to go learn to crochet or something. Then I can crochet myself a pair of panties.