The Brave Little Dildo

Poor little black silicone dildo, lying abandoned in the gutter outside my workplace, alone and forlorn, and thrashed from being run over by cars... if you could speak, I wonder what sort of stories you would tell? Like a modern-day Tin Soldier, no doubt you had many a strange adventure before arriving in this sad position.

I mean, once somebody loved you (at least enough to spend money on you) and held you close through the long dark nights. But years passed by, and now you have been cast out into the cold, hard world.

So there you were yesterday, in front of the highly respected (and only slightly stuffy) graduate school where I work. And still there in the morning, having spent the night alone, which I am sure you are not used to!

For a while during the afternoon, someone set you jauntily upright on the sidewalk, and I had some amusement watching people's double takes as they walked by. But when I left for the day, you had been kicked out into the street (hopefully not by someone wearing open-toed shoes.)

I wonder what will become of you?

UPDATE: This morning I came to work and someone had helpfully put a futon in the street next to the brave little dildo...