Good morning, my dear reader! I hope your Tuesday is going great! Mine has been alright. I’m done working for the day, so I still get to sit at work for another 5 or so hours… fun!!
This post is something that I was just inspired to make based on a joke I made about 20 minutes that opened up a bit of dialogue that I think is actually healthy for others to have as well.
What was the joke? I admit it’s not original, so I don’t take credit for the concept. But I’ll still make the joke!
Slutty Angel: 6-10 inches of snow expected tonight. Then more on Thursday.
Me: That awkward moment when the weather is giving your sub more inches than you can… damn
This opened up a bit of discussion about how men are more worried about their size than women are. And why is that? I think a lot of that is tied to the fact that growing up, little boys are toxic and mean and will laugh if you don’t stack up. It gets worse in high school, doesn’t it? Gym showers, sports, and guys just being pricks (pun intended) will expose other guys, and any guy who doesn’t measure up is mocked and laughed it.
It kills our self esteem and destroys our confidence, making it harder to interact with women, making us turn to porn. So we feel bad for having a small (in our own mind) package and turn to a release from something that can’t mock or really hurt us. Porn is good like that, right?
So we grab a lube, a toy, a tissue, a… whatever it is you need to have a little man to hand time. You turn on your clip or movie of choice. You see this attractive dude start working on some gorgeous chick. Then he removes his pants and he has a monster dong that’s bigger than a baby’s arm!
But porn isn’t real, so we don’t really think about it. We go on about our business and get our jollies. Sure, when we finish we have to pull the lampshade out of our ass, but that’s just a risk we have to take right?
Also, weirdly related but not really… Any of my male readers out there… have you ever came so hard you shot yourself in the face? That’s a weird moment of self reflection right there.
Do I like this?
Am I supposed to buy myself something pretty now?
It’s been 12 minutes, why haven’t I cleaned it off yet…?
Back to the point!!
All around us, we are made to feel lesser because of the size of our cocks. We’re made to feel like less of a man. In part to the fact that it’s often referred to as our “manhood” often enough that it implies that to have a smaller one makes you less of a man than you’d be with a big swinging unit that you can club baby seals with.
It’s caused such a mass insecurity about the size of a man’s penis that it can almost be a crippling fear. You meet a cute girl. Things are going great. You take her to your place and fun ensues. But you worry and stress that once you drop your pants you’ll be laughed at. And why wouldn’t you be? You see it in movies often enough.
Hell, even women’s sex toys are massive and it leads to an unhealthy perspective from the man because, they feel they have to compete with the toy, or become jealous when their partner uses it because how can they compare with this massive manufactured love stick??
But what really happens? You take your pants off, she sees you in all your glory, and she still wants it. Because women don’t generally care. Why? Because women aren’t horrible people. Of course there are exceptions to that rule, but stick with me here.
Women are more emotional and mental when it comes to sex. They enjoy sex differently than men. Generally, guys are more visual and physically driven. It’s why erotica is more geared towards women, where they can use their mind to create the picture more, as opposed to men who like to see the pretty pictures.
To be fair, does it surprise you? A woman is much more fun to see naked than a guy is. So men want to enjoy that view, where women are more mentally stimulated because… have you seen a naked dude? Eww… Regardless of size, just Eww.
But again, I digress.
Women don’t care. If they like you, love you, respect you, submit to you, or are just ok with letting you hit it, they don’t care. The only ones who really care about dick size is guys. And we shouldn’t.
I know where my 5ish inches stands. I know it’s average. It’s not impressive. And at times, I want more. But my amazingly sweet and slutty angel enjoys it. And she can’t seem to get enough of it. Her opinion is the only one that matters.
So, to all my male readers, read this and think it over. Stop being ashamed of your beautiful meat and embrace it! Not like that!!! Put it down!! No stroking to the inspirational part of this post!!
Embrace yourself. Your glorious gland of goodness is more than you want to think it is. Don’t be afraid to allow yourself to be happy with it! Your partner is. Don’t put unnecessary pressure on yourself for something so far beyond your control. Instead, put the energy into something productive. Find a way to change the world. Because you can’t change your cock.
Also, don’t get too… cocky with it. Love your meat, but stop showing it to women without them asking!
BE. FUCKING. BETTER.
