Let me back up a little bit. What I mean is that some of you who read my novel, or at least part of it, laughed at the character named VarnTa, who happens to carry his reproductive organ on the top of his head.
Perhaps you thought that was just the sort of humor that appeals to 13-year-old boys. Well, that’s true, but VarnTa is actually a way for me to bring up serious thoughts on the subjects of morality and nudity and sexuality, and whether one society has the right to force an alien to live up to some random set of standards.
But be that as it may, I have been vindicated! I am not the first creative genius to think of placing the sex organ in such a fashion. Who else thought of it, you might well be asking? I will tell you.
It was Mother Nature. Or God, if you would prefer to look at it that way.
As proof, I give you Exhibit A:
This is a little fish recently discovered in the Mekong Delta in Vietnam. That weird danggly thing under its chin is not a second jaw. It is his junk. That’s right, I said it. That whole appendage thrusts forward and thus is the next generation of these little fish begun. It is one of the rare fish that do not fertilize the eggs outside of the female body. But that isn’t all. To make sure that the deed is accomplished without interruption, the tip of the penis is barbed. You heard me.
For those of you who care, I have one more picture…
It isn’t a very good picture, because it is an x-ray of a very small fish. But if you doubt my story and think I faked these in Photoshop, go to MSN.com and check it out for yourself.
And from now on, when you leap to conclusions about the silliness or improbability of any of the characters in my book, think back on this moment and give me the benefit of the doubt.
Pouring My Art Out 
This guy has all the fun. That would be the best thing ever, what awesome freedom that would be, on so many levels.
I suppose.
Oh lord, can’t stop myself….gives new meaning to the phrase head job…
And blow fish…
Oh my.
I know it grows out of the bottom of the fishes head, but evolution has to start somewhere.
Unless you don’t believe in evolution and it was actually always there but nobody noticed it until now. That makes us look really stupid. Why haven’t we found little penis chin until now? Where was he hiding? Are there more out there like him that we haven’t seen yet? What does his girlfriend look like?
He has a penis with hooks… barbs… I imagine she looks a little unhappy. Even for a fish…
I saw the hook. It was fascinating. I think your imagination could picture her much happier.
Even I can’t do that.
Well, I can.
I doubt it…
I have a very good imagination. Better than yours apparently.
No body has one better than mine. It is my one true gift.
You sound very competitive.
But mine is better.
I do not have time to argue. I am trying an experiment. If you doubt my imagination, then all I can say is you have never scrolled through my early blog chapters. (Hint and challenge)…
But I haven’t caught up on all your chapters yet!!
And I never said I doubted your imagination, I’m just your female equivalent (or more). No arguing is necessary, just concede.
I can not imagine conceeding… Ha! See what I did there?… oh, wait, that means my imagination is limitied… so I lost… crap!
😀
So you can’t see the video at the top of my blog right now? I am freeking out.
Have you continued to freak out? Cuz it was a long weekend…and I didn’t turn on my computer. I hope you got it figured out. I’m sorry for not being available in your hour of freaking need…
I thought I had it figured out, but not if you can’t see the posted video.
YES! I can see it now. You can breathe…
I just did a new one… please tell me you can see it…
YEP! See it. Sweet song.
I am the man! Thanks.
ahhhhh… go to my blog and see if that link works… and I will be your best friend forever…
Well, you showed those doubters.
Oh, yeah.