Changing-room blues


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A workmate of mine regularly used to pay for sex, readily admitting that it was the only was he was going to get it. On one occasion, he informed us, the insensitive woman looked disdainfully at his equipment and asked, “Who is that supposed to satisfy?” His answer was simple: “Me!” Which brings me to the point of this post. I have always considered myself phallicly challenged. In my teens, I dreamed of buying one of those penis-enlarging pumps, but I would have been at a loss to explain what it was for if my mother had come across it - as she was bound to have done. (Do they work, by the way?) When Emma and I finally got round to having sex, it was a great comfort to me that she knew no better. She still doesn’t, which suits me fine. There was a link on someone’s Blog last month to a guy who actually flaunted his small penis and welcomed comments. [I’ve lost the link. Help me please if you’re reading this and know it.] I admire his attitude immensely! It is about time someone spoke up for less-endowed mortals and encouraged us to come out of the closet to say (as the ancient Greeks did apparently) small is beatiful. Well, at least its okay.

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