Meet Lilly Cole, she is your average, all-American 19-year-old girl.
On one particular Sunday, Lilly got in her car to go to the local coffee bar where she was planning to have a lively discussion with her friends. However, she found herself unable to go when the car would not start.
Luckily for Lilly, a local handy man was walking through the neighborhood selling power tools.
Lilly convinced the man to help her with her problems.
Carlos told Lilly that there was nothing that he could do, as there were several parts of the machine that were in disrepair
“I understand” stated Lilly. “Like all institutions, the car industry trivializes the individual, in this case through the economic property of planned obsolescence.”
“Well, there is nothing I could do” stated Carlos
“Maybe, possibly I could give you oral sex?” stated Lilly, who just recently was overcome with a sensation of lust.
As Carlos reached into his pants and presented his member, Lilly’s mind began to wonder, and she began to think back to every nickname she heard for a penis; “The Tank”, “The Monster”, “My Gun”, “Godzilla.” At that point it slowly occurred to her that not only does most penis nicknames imply power and virility, but there was a second, less obvious property of the phallic labels; each nickname embodied an entity that could never go soft. From this she surmised that, in the image a male projects to the world, the flaccid member did not exist.
From a phenomenological stand-point, Carlos and Lilly were both agents of physicality, and the act of copulation enabled them to rapidly shift between singular and dual forms.
After the blow job, Lilly went on to finish her thesis on quantum submechanics at MIT.
