Dancing 'round the giant phallus

"DN, are you going to the May Pole dance tomorrow morning?" my roommate asked me freshman year.

I looked up from Really Hard French Verbs To Conjugate and said "I'm sorry, what?"

"Are you going to the May Pole dance tomorrow morning?" she repeated as she tossed her heavy bag on the floor and turned on Days of Our Lives.

I hadn't misheard her.  She seriously had just asked me that.

"We do a May Pole dance?  Us?  Feminist University?"

"Yeah.  The dance club does a may pole dance with the ribbons and all in the quad.  Sounds like fun.  And there's strawberry waffles afterwards in the dining hall," she told me.

I tried to hold it back, but I couldn't.  I started laughing, which turned into laughing so hard I was gasping, and in the end I think I laughed so hard I think I peed myself a little.   

My roommate looked at me like I'd grown a second head.  "What's wrong with you?"

I managed to gasp out, "May Pole...Giant phallus!  Us....celebrating fertility holiday...funny!"

She processed it, and began to laugh too.

I asked around and discovered that the on campus pagans were the only ones who seemed to get the symbolism of what was going on.  So in the morning, I stood with them to laugh our asses off as our sisters, dressed in virginal white, danced around the giant symbolic penis, and then went to class to 'dis the patriarchy.

The Irony.  Oh Dear God, The Irony.

So in honor of my poor misguided fellow students, whether or not you're pagan, enjoy the holiday and go dance around your favorite penis (symbolic or otherwise).

Comments

[The Whip with the Quips]

I share your mirth. So much paganism in our society, it is to laugh. I majored in Religious Studies, and .... you just gotta laugh. So many good Christians, Feminists, Enlightened Males, even paperback pagans...ah well... humor in unversal, at least. My Phallus and I thank you for the great post. You've got our vote for sugasm!