Firstly I do pe because I have a complex about size. Plain and simple. I’ve searched my past and know its roots well. Not that this cures it, it just makes it manageable.
I’ve realized recently that one of my biggest problems or fears about pe, is I have an underlying feeling of guilt in regards to actually doing pe, and about the gains I have gotten from it. No one knows of my secret obsession, not even my best friends, and if they did how would they view me? Deep down I felt dirty, like a weirdo. What if they knew I have become totally obsessed with the size of my penis, and that I devote so many hours to making it bigger? Tugging away at the ever expanding wade of tissue between my legs. What if my friends knew I had a big(er) dick? I would hate that. I hate my buldge showing. (I am pretty short.+Tight pants=Not good.) This part of me isn’t who I am in public. This isn't my sense of humor, or my warm, accepting friendly personality.
If people knew I spent hours sometimes, searching the net for big cock adult entertainment just for a fresh dose of motivation? Now, if the guy is less than 8 inches, I’m just not interested. Not A grade stuff. At times I have (and still do) have a slight paranoia that people i know, know i have a size complex and talk about it behind my back. Or that an ex-girlfriend might talk about my fears I let lose to her, to her friends/boyfriends. –Then again the new boyfriend may well get an answer he doesn’t want to hear late at night when he’s asking her strange questions. (That I would enjoy though.) I find I now live a life of too me's, the one around others, and the one when I’m alone.
But with my gains came glory, the lady’s started to give good comments. Certain ones truly believed I was over 8 inches. Ahh, good times. To be the big dick guy in the throws of a woman who just doesn’t know any better. Its just glorious. Sensational. The feeling of power is awesome.
The shame of my complex, boils down to my respect for others feelings. I wouldn’t want to elicit any complex in them, that has such a firm grip over me. (I am a firm supporter of pe staying deeply underground. I believe it becoming mainstream will put us even more into the masculine “GQ/Cosmopolitan/Perfect Male” mind set.)
We should stand proud as pure men, as who we are, and just behold woman, and never allow one another or at least any women to devaluate from our character or self esteem. (They are learning how deep this goes, and who to push our butons. Just take a look at www.penissizedebate.com) We should not seek to intimidate them, not to seek approvable from them -or anybody else. That in its self is a weakness and it detracts from the very essence of what makes us men. It is an archetypal feminine complex –to judge ourselves based on others opinions. I feel we should have nothing of it whatsoever. Giving up our power as individuals.
That said, what I have come to realize is, that most men aren’t obsessed with size as I am, and some of us here are. They are obsessed with woman. And they should be. Our sons, and their son’s should, never have to feel less than enough, and practice self validation and acceptence, not sacrifice their bodies, minds, for any reason other than personal gain. Personal gain.
A big penis is my fantasy. Good clothes, good body, good income is my fantasy. Its not a dream, it’s a fantasy that I crave. Totally alien from anyone else. This is my fetish. And I choose to share its fruits with one person. My lady.
So, with my penis complex in hand, I now deal with, it in the most constructive, and personally gratifying way I know possible.
Penis Enlargement.
Thanks.
I’ve realized recently that one of my biggest problems or fears about pe, is I have an underlying feeling of guilt in regards to actually doing pe, and about the gains I have gotten from it. No one knows of my secret obsession, not even my best friends, and if they did how would they view me? Deep down I felt dirty, like a weirdo. What if they knew I have become totally obsessed with the size of my penis, and that I devote so many hours to making it bigger? Tugging away at the ever expanding wade of tissue between my legs. What if my friends knew I had a big(er) dick? I would hate that. I hate my buldge showing. (I am pretty short.+Tight pants=Not good.) This part of me isn’t who I am in public. This isn't my sense of humor, or my warm, accepting friendly personality.
If people knew I spent hours sometimes, searching the net for big cock adult entertainment just for a fresh dose of motivation? Now, if the guy is less than 8 inches, I’m just not interested. Not A grade stuff. At times I have (and still do) have a slight paranoia that people i know, know i have a size complex and talk about it behind my back. Or that an ex-girlfriend might talk about my fears I let lose to her, to her friends/boyfriends. –Then again the new boyfriend may well get an answer he doesn’t want to hear late at night when he’s asking her strange questions. (That I would enjoy though.) I find I now live a life of too me's, the one around others, and the one when I’m alone.
But with my gains came glory, the lady’s started to give good comments. Certain ones truly believed I was over 8 inches. Ahh, good times. To be the big dick guy in the throws of a woman who just doesn’t know any better. Its just glorious. Sensational. The feeling of power is awesome.
The shame of my complex, boils down to my respect for others feelings. I wouldn’t want to elicit any complex in them, that has such a firm grip over me. (I am a firm supporter of pe staying deeply underground. I believe it becoming mainstream will put us even more into the masculine “GQ/Cosmopolitan/Perfect Male” mind set.)
We should stand proud as pure men, as who we are, and just behold woman, and never allow one another or at least any women to devaluate from our character or self esteem. (They are learning how deep this goes, and who to push our butons. Just take a look at www.penissizedebate.com) We should not seek to intimidate them, not to seek approvable from them -or anybody else. That in its self is a weakness and it detracts from the very essence of what makes us men. It is an archetypal feminine complex –to judge ourselves based on others opinions. I feel we should have nothing of it whatsoever. Giving up our power as individuals.
That said, what I have come to realize is, that most men aren’t obsessed with size as I am, and some of us here are. They are obsessed with woman. And they should be. Our sons, and their son’s should, never have to feel less than enough, and practice self validation and acceptence, not sacrifice their bodies, minds, for any reason other than personal gain. Personal gain.
A big penis is my fantasy. Good clothes, good body, good income is my fantasy. Its not a dream, it’s a fantasy that I crave. Totally alien from anyone else. This is my fetish. And I choose to share its fruits with one person. My lady.
So, with my penis complex in hand, I now deal with, it in the most constructive, and personally gratifying way I know possible.
Penis Enlargement.
Thanks.
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