Is it normal to want a day with male genitalia? (I'm a female)

I would rather have a bullet between the eyes than exist with a scrotum, a penis, and testicles. That would be just TOO>>>TOO>>>much for me to bear. After reading about feeling compelled to scratch and sniff musty balls, about breathing balls, about balls as an "Archilles Heel" of COLOSSAL pain, about blue balls, about penis size anxiety, about boner anxiety, about should my cum be clumpy or liquid anxiety, about dick cheese, etc, etc... having male genitalia holds no mystery or excitement for me whatsoever. Just having that stuff swinging in my way 24/7 and rising to attention every morning would drive me mad..