It served its purpose and it had many successful attempts at making me look like a horny creep for just being snuggly, but now it can just pack its bags and get lost. The only thing that bothers me is if I'll somehow freak out years later for having a part of my body missing forever even though I have no emotional or psychological attachment. But I think with estrogen coursing through me by then it'll be less likely.
Those things are just weird, bulgy, uncomfortable, unpredictable, and often just plain frightening like some kind of territorial sand worm. Vaginas are weird, too, but at least they're not plotting to burst through your trousers during an unexpected arousal as if you're John Hurt in the movie 'Alien'. :p
But that's just me.