At what age does a boy – because I am sure it starts really young – start to worry about how big his appendages, his bits and pieces, are? And, as a sort of sub-question – what is it that brings these thoughts and worries about size and manhood about? I’m not sure that I really want an answer, since this isn’t really my area of study at all, but it struck me (yet again) that many men seem to be more interested in the size of what they have in their pants than anything else. Good, they’re also interested in what a woman has in their blouse too, but that is a minor consideration since it doesn’t really make a great deal of difference to their mind-set.
Is it something we, as a society, have impregnated in the youth of our times with higher expectations, or has it always been there? Was penis size important one hundred years ago, or did it just not come into the conversation?
Fine, as most of you already know, it is not something which bothers me at all. I find it amusing, though, when I read on Twitter about young men who are worried about their manhood – the physical form, that is – and whether they will be able to satisfy their partner when the time comes. Then again, whether they satisfy their partner or not is a moot point, since I understand that most women tend to fake their orgasms anyway just to keep peace and quiet in the house. I have the advantage, as do all other women of course, of being able to pick from a very large selection: should I take the pink one, or is black the right color for my needs? Long, or short and fat? Perhaps a large selection so that I can cater to my mood at all times and, safe-sex in my thoughts, pick and choose or change mid-thrust.
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I wonder, though, whether society is as much to blame about male insecurities as their own thoughts. Are expectations, based on the freely available wealth (?) of pornography so stretched that all males want to be as big as Big John Dong, or believe that they need to be? Do heterosexual women really demand size rather than proficiency?
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Perhaps there’s a Dick Police Force out there, like the Fashion Police, who wander about bedrooms and back alleys at all times of the day grading size and form. Is it straight or does it bend? Is it firm enough? Will it stand the strain of a good session and are the materials in use cheap Asian imitations or the real thing? Can you use it twice in one session, or is it just a one-time pleasure and then back in the packaging and wait for another day?
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It’s easy enough to make fun of such things, and really hurt someone as a result, but it does go both ways. Women measure up the size of their breasts according to social expectations, or their booty, or worry about being ‘too loose’ after childbirth. Although, to be honest, I don’t think I’ve heard that many women discussing the last as if it is the end of the world for them, the end of their sexual life. And there are no pills, just good exercise where men, sad to say, are bombarded with adverts for pills and surgical applications. I know, I get them in the mail too! Funnily enough, I’ve never received anything which promotes female enhancements, not a single offer of silicon or push-up, nipple make-up or lift and squeeze.
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Is size that important, or is it all just in the mind? Are men put off their stroke, so to speak, by thoughts of failure if it isn’t long and thick, if the package doesn’t create a second glance as they’re walking down the street?
Oh, the advantages of being a woman!
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I think these expectations are all in the mind, these demands for size. It’s prowess which counts for considerably more and, providing you aren’t blessed with one whole inch of – fully erect – manhood, that is where things are missing. And, once we get size out of the way, there are more than enough methods of ensuring that your prowess is the best, and that is what it all comes down to. That is, unless you happen to be one who insists on having the lights on all the time, or displays the whole truth in a park or side street for all to see.
Perhaps men would be a whole lot happier (and some women too) if they just left size out of the picture altogether and concentrated on their social skills and then, if they happen to get that far, just let nature take its course and concentrate on not making a sticky mess first or even too quickly.
Love & Kisses, Viki.