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It’s like ordering a bucket of popcorn at the movie theater. But we’ll get to that in just a moment.
Lately I’ve been procrastinating hard over the book proposal. To keep me from freaking out (too much), I’m instead obsessively cleaning out closets and drawers. I’ve thrown out bank statements from ‘04 and my penultimate wedding invitation. I organized the kids’ toys. It’s amazing how many filched kitchen implements those little scamps had squirreled away. And I’ve been perving online dating site profiles.
What? Is there a problem with that?
As I skim through profiles and absorb the pertinent information, a few key things jump out at me. Is he playing without his partner’s permission? I click on the “next” button. Does he use recreational drugs “occasionally”? Click! Is he looking for a thin woman? CLICK. If he’s made it through the preliminary round of inquisition, I take a closer look. What I’m getting to is that I look at his nakee pictures. Dude. I’m only human.
I don’t look so much because I get off on tiny grainy pictures of men in the altogether, although there is some charm is seeing photographic evidence of physical virility repeated dozens of times over. Instead, I like to see if the image matches with the written description. Unfortunately, it often doesn’t.
Perhaps this would be a good time for a caveat. I’ve loved and lusted over men with cocks both big and small. I’ve been horrified by the skills of men who have owned both extremes of penises. I’ve also been enchanted by the skills of men with equally disparate appendage measurement. In short, I’ve have little preference in that area other than “it works well” and “it likes me.”
But here’s my issue. I’ve grown tired of reading descriptions that promise “long/thick” organs that are anything but under the light of a camera’s flash. I’ve seen a “long/thick” cock that barely protruded rock hard and straining from beneath a modest pubic pelt. I’ve seen a “long/thick” cock nestled invitingly between the parted wet lips of a lover, but whose head was separated by barely two inches from its owner’s body. I’ve seen a “long/thick” cock grasped in a hand where the red painted nails overlapped the thumb to the first joint.
These my friends are not long/thick cocks, and I will now remind you of that buttery movie theater treat. Upon being promised a huge, overflowing, never-ending bucket of popcorn, the expectation in your mind has been set and set high. No one really needs a barrel of popcorn, but if the offer has been made, you want it fulfilled, and by God there had better be enough for ten people.
Think of how different your mind-set would be if you were told to expect an average-sized bucket. Or even a small bucket! When once the snack arrived, you might be surprised by a more than fulfilling quantity.
I call today for nothing more or less than the truth in penis marketing. Men, if you have an penis that is average in length and/or girth, wear it proudly. Use it proudly. Say “NO!” to the artificial inflation of cock statistics and yesYesYES to being honest about what’s rockin’ in your pants.
Proclaim “I’m average!” with your head — and your dick — held high.



