So does this mean I have penis envy?

I had rather an eventful night last night, which ended with me bumbling in at around 4am, making rather an ineffectual effort at walking straight. Last night saw the choir's first of two performances of the blissful Verdi Requiem. A selection of some of Australia's finest soloists, a lovely guest conductor and of course, our good selves, meant another evening of divine and soulful music was performed. And following that, large amounts of drinking.

I began the post-concert drinking with PSD and two of his delightful friends, where we discussed all matter of things. Which of course means we talked about sex. Being out with three very attractive, intelligent and witty gay men is incredibly liberating and whole heaps of fun. We traded tips and observations, where it was stated by all present, unequivocally, that I was a gay man in a woman's body.

Apparently my scrutiny and attention to detail of the male anatomy, is rivaled only by a gay man's observations of their partners and themselves. I am not sure if I find this new revelation disturbing or somewhat charming.