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Operator A sad and immobile penis dwells alone on a hillside, disembodied; or perhaps so embodied it requires no surrogate. Singing “Operator” by Jim Croce, the penis references the strap-on, that interchangeable cock used as part of queer sexual practices. Has this cock been discarded for alternative pleasures? What is the form of our attachment to such appendages?