This is a very sad fact, but it seems a lot of women are slaves to their hormones and a lot of men are slaves to their egos. I suppose it comes down to a simple question really; are you an animal or are you a human being?

Real people, ones who are more enlightened than to follow the herd, will know to derive their pleasure from giving. They’ll know that it’s the lies and deception of an animal nature that thinks that life is made to search out things for oneself’s own primal satisfaction; that real relationships, fulfilling relationships, are when two people desire to give to the other without thought for themselves. Anything less than this, and the unrealistic view of relationships will always stick in our minds; two perfectly airbrushed humans, one with large breasts and wide hips and a tiny waist, clinging to a muscled man with a large penis and a tall physique, perfect white teeth, perfect strides, and charismatic, effortless character. Totally pie-in-the-sky.

Everybody has a choice, and just as I’ve made mine, people have the right to make theirs.

But I won’t bring a woman down for her weight, her hair. I won’t expect her to be perfect because nobody is. That’s what I have to give. I don’t put my primary expectations for a relationship on the way a woman looks. And regardless of my penis size, that already makes me an exceptional man.

If I have to spend my life celibate, being torn to shreds by women who only look as far as my skin, then so be it. It only means that I’ll have proven my point come the end.

I’ve had sex with 9 women and eight of them have mentioned my penis size negatively. I’ve given them orgasms with other parts of my body and I’ve read all the articles. I’ve lived it and I can tell you, honestly, when it boils down, it doesn’t matter how many orgasms you give her with your fingers and tongue, she’s always going to want to feel you close against her, with a bigger penis, giving her the orgasm nature intended.

And I hate.it.

I am an athletic, intelligent, creative man. I write books. I create music. I sing songs. I play several instruments. I’ve been told I’m exceptionally good-looking but as soon as the clothes come off, women’s perceptions of me change. Relationships don’t last very long and I honestly no longer enjoy women’s company because I know where things ultimately lead; to their disappointment and to my self confidence having another shred torn out of it.

Personally, I don’t care about breast size. Nor do I care about the size of her bum. I enjoy seeing her wake up, hair a mess and make-up wiped from her face. I think it’s an exceptional sight. Perhaps I’m old fashioned but I derive a lot of pleasure from knowing a woman. From speaking to her. Making her laugh. Enjoying her company.

I was brought up to believe, as a lot of people are, in the good in people. And I still often refuse to budge from my optimism in many areas of life, at the expense of seeing the darker side of people. But the truth is, a woman can be pleased with your personality, your looks, your wallet, your demeanor, your attitude and your values, but when she gets horny, all she really wants is a big penis.

Anything less, is simply just that; less. And in today’s society, where loyalty and values come second to pleasure and material, there’s nothing stopping her from going in pursuit of that ‘more’ that she craves.

It’s no longer enough to be simply an intriguing, genuine, caring, passionate man.

I understand why this young man killed himself. And the way things are going, how the world is becoming this irreverent, harsh place; I see it happening a lot more in the next few years.

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