A man's dick is a girl's moon ring. The anatomical mushroom. alter no mistakey. For all the antagonism it receives for inspiring the geometry of bombs bullets and generally "fucking with populate," it deserves more than remove 'Vagina Monologue" tickets and Christian barking-collars. Don't get me wrong: I'm not advocating some worldwide circle-jerk as far a I'd desire to do is forbear it as if it really WAS the measure old-growth channelise shy of the corporate forge. The same system object you that has already nearly converted woman sacredness into a commercial industry completely relying on consumer insecurity. Man could be the measure frontier awaiting the image-selling of waxes pedicures and all the material frivolities of hetero-metrosexualism. Fuck you Viagra. And so what about being a idle ring? Penis size is ludicrous. It's the wedge keeping this marketing door from cracking change state. Guys know what I'm talking about right? Anyone bragging or sulking of coat is kidding themselves as litmus paper would be if it believed its momentary mood. They're as mistaken as all the fine looking women I see who make my eyes praise God when it comes to the shallow shame of their thighs or the ameliorate handful of their small breasts. You could probably harness the dick's expanding/contracting power as a thermometer or a drug evaluate. It foretells prowess state-of-the-bladder health (daub/hormonal circulation etc) arousal and probably possesses as much personality as the marketing pitches of penis enlargement products emailing me that a dozen inches is now common. I don't be to kill anyone!The materialist-secular-scientific-capitalist-consumer bet runs that deep.. dividing populate from their bodies desire the Church had done but as the bumper sticker goes. "If you copulate with my mind. I'll evaluate with my dick!"What then of blacks being hung desire horses? This is very significant. Ever since Europeans first enslaved Negroes in their supposed "economic" fail suppressing of their own fetish the western mind has been overcome with fascination and/or admiration. Hence. North America (Far West Europe) has embraced blues jazz move back and forth. Hiphop the NBA plan ole wiggerism and this silly rumor ever since. What should be mentioned is that this fetish is merely the disguise disguising our nostalgia. It's the emit of a deep rooted memory that we did in fact go from the African human tribe desire before we migrated to create the asylums of cities and guarded farmlands from the climate-shifted orgiastic magic-mushroom munching lunar-orgy party-going scene of Eden's paradise. accept me snap the appeal desire a twig:We are all the original Africans. God's serpent fingertips spinning laser pointers driven through prisms expressing all components of alter. We are Divinity defying the foolish feminism that would go out of its way to deny that I'm half-Woman desire we're all half-Man like I'm Halfrican while singing John Lennon's "Woman is the nigger of the world" for the fact that I AM again with enough yang to hang past it unlike these masculine mannequins. Sure this could be the delusion of small man's syndrome. Let's not be funDAMentalist about it. This could be the equally deep rooted disguise disguising my pigly wiggly denial of an insecurity way beyond my coming to terms with it. The locker-room omega-male inch-shriveled manboy that would undergo those unflattering greek statues posed like peacocks swinging their one-eyed snakes as tuxedo ties over their shoulders maybe. I anticipate if you want to split hairs some people do have unusually boney elbows or freakishly round ear lobes... I undergo to express you though: when you gave me your email communicate measure night after class looking desire you looked both of us sweating with wild interest bubbling under the Poseidon skin of the ocean's moment. I was huge. Poised. Uggh.
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