Syphilis has become a huge public health issue in San Francisco, particularly among gay men, so San Francisco health officials launched a program that includes passing out “squishy penises” printed with the web address for the Healthy Penis program. I picked one up at Power Exchange last Friday and thought he was so cute that I had to post a picture.

And even better than the safety message, each penis acts as one of those foam “stress relievers” that just begs to be squeezed and played with.

Much like my real penis.

Which I talked about rather candidly several days ago over at Biologic Show’s Blogger Penis Monologues, in case you missed it.

How’s that for a segue?

Here’s what I said:

I’m too pre-occupied with other boys’ penises to give much thought to my own. I usually think with him rather than about him. But I do know that my penis likes athletic boys in swimsuits, wrestlers, nice male butts, and playing with friends. He’s not fond of marijuana, cold weather, or seafood of any kind.

My lil’ buddy has provided hours (well, probably more like days) of enjoyment, both in the company of others and when it’s just the two of us. He’s never let me down when I’ve needed him, always standing up proudly for what he believes - sometimes even when I disagree.

In his younger years he could be a little too eager to get up and show support when I didn’t expect it, but he’s since matured nicely, never tiring or finishing up before a job is done. I’m even happy with his stature, average as it may be, though I do often wish he hadn’t misplaced his hat so many years ago. But I can’t really complain; my penis doesn’t even get upset when I exhaust him and make him sore… which happens a little more often than I’d like to admit.