Does size matter? The truth Revealed.
It was dark outside, the wind was fresh cold, but my blood was boiling with the heat of my anger.
"He's 8 inches long and 6 inches thick."
I wanted to punch the windshield, the mirror, the stereo, and even her, should I ever dare. But this moment was the lowest moment of my life. The moment where my entire ego was solely resting on the validation of her judgment, her thoughts, and her feelings, and without her...I was nothing. As she kept ripping me to pieces with her positive remarks about her new boyfriend, how his come tasted sweeter, how his muscles were bulging, and the way his penis made her feel the night she gave in to him without a condom for the first time....she took me, my confidence, my strengths, my passion for life, and carefully dismantled them into little tiny pieces that would take me 365 days to put back together.
I was, indeed, the epitome of suicide and everything of its nature.
As we kept driving I sat in my own pit of silence, though my mind was screaming with terror of judgment day. It was the longest car ride home. I sat staring at her in disbelief that the woman who once loved me so dearly would turn into my own worst enemy…..and my despair was knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do to her…..for I still loved her. Little did I know a year later, she wasn't my worst enemy....
I was.
It was dark outside, the wind was fresh cold, but my blood was boiling with the heat of my anger.
"He's 8 inches long and 6 inches thick."
I wanted to punch the windshield, the mirror, the stereo, and even her, should I ever dare. But this moment was the lowest moment of my life. The moment where my entire ego was solely resting on the validation of her judgment, her thoughts, and her feelings, and without her...I was nothing. As she kept ripping me to pieces with her positive remarks about her new boyfriend, how his come tasted sweeter, how his muscles were bulging, and the way his penis made her feel the night she gave in to him without a condom for the first time....she took me, my confidence, my strengths, my passion for life, and carefully dismantled them into little tiny pieces that would take me 365 days to put back together.
I was, indeed, the epitome of suicide and everything of its nature.
As we kept driving I sat in my own pit of silence, though my mind was screaming with terror of judgment day. It was the longest car ride home. I sat staring at her in disbelief that the woman who once loved me so dearly would turn into my own worst enemy…..and my despair was knowing there was absolutely nothing I could do to her…..for I still loved her. Little did I know a year later, she wasn't my worst enemy....
I was.
The ongoing debate of size will, more than likely, continue forever. So instead, here's a better question:
"Who does size matter more to; me, or my partner?"
As we grow into men we never come to the realization that our subconscious mind is constantly protecting us. What it protects us from belongs to our own individual past. It is true that our mind is working for us, but in many ways it unknowingly works against us as well. Why? Because fear is ironic. It's purpose is to protect us, but there is no point to being afraid of harmless bugs or spiders.
Our fears, anxiety, and negative thoughts are symptoms of our issues, but not the illness itself. The real source of our troubles come from the deep rooted entity within us that is learned since day 1 of our birth: Our Ego.
Being human means we're human. We belong to a place where opinions matter and flourish throughout books, magazines, articles, and bathroom stalls. But when we take away the element of our fear (our ego) we learn that perception is our reality. Realization that IT'S OKAY to be yourself, to do and say anything you please (within reason), is the greatest gift you can give yourself.
What's the purpose of life? To be happy.
A man who attaches the size of his penis to the judgment of a woman is not truly happy, but rather an illusionist created by his own belief that women can validate him for happiness.
Screw all the validation crap for a second though. Let's talk sex.
What's the purpose of a bigger dick? Better sex. End of story. But what if you don't have a bigger giggidy goidus? What if it's just average, or below? That's where love comes in.
It's amazing, and truly amazing, what love can do to a human being regardless of the gender. Love is a series of chemicals coursing throughout the brain and when we experience these chemicals, our perception, our sense of touch, smell, and feelings are all enhanced.
So what does this have to do with sex? The brain is the single greatest sex organ in the body. This means (you guessed it right), that you don't need a huge cannon. This isn't BS, this isn't biased, this is the truth. Everything you need for great, er, amazing sex, are things that can be learned or acquired with practice:
1. Passion
2. Stamina
3. Sexual dominance
4. Foreplay. Foreplay. Foreplay.
5. And technique
Now, let's talk actual sizes.
Length:
Complaints may start at anything less than 4.75 bpel.
Little to no complaints belong to 5-6 bpel.
The magic number seems to be 7-8 bpel.
And typically anything over 9 bpel is suicide bombing for women.
Girth:
Complaints may start at anything less than 4.5 eg.
Little to no complaints belong to 4.5 to 5.0 eg.
The magic number seems to be 5.5 to 6.0 eg.
And typically anything over 7.0 eg is like having sex with a soda can.
Regardless of the numbers though, love is the ultimate weapon to being a great lover. Any woman who states, "It doesn't matter how big his penis is, it matters who it's attached to" is absolutely correct and truthful. And why do they say this? Because of love. It amplifies everything....everything. Sex is all about how you make them feel.
In no manner does that mean that you shouldn't do the routines, after all, maintaining a healthy penis is important and adding a little more size definitely won't hurt. But what WILL hurt is the continuous attachment of your ego to someone or something once you lose that external source. A bigger penis can make you happy, but what happens when you're told you have a small penis by your critic yet you have a 10+ penis? You have created yourself into an enemy by giving other people judgment against you.
When you can learn to validate yourself, and love yourself, and value yourself, you will immediately become a leader with his own passions, opinions, and strengths that no one else can give you except yourself (which women find extremely attractive). The pool of compliments from others is limited, but your own self worth is eternal.
Whether we know it or not, we are indeed our own greatest enemy. When you achieve the unlimitless freedom that I speak of though, you'll know it when you feel it.
But in order to answer the delicate question: "Does size matter?"
That's all up to you.
Good luck to you all. And happy PE'ing.
"A hairy chest doesn't make man. A six pack doesn't make a man. A big dick doesn't make a man.
A man makes a man."
-Jorge P.
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