This post is inspired by a conversation I had recently with a girl who's name I will deliberately neglect to mention.
The conversation has been edited so that intermediate talk is removed, so that we can get to the point of this post as quickly as possible.
"You are the best guy I've ever been with in bed, no doubt about that."
(An elaboration on the above statement follows and my head swells a little in quite comfortable a way)
Then after some more discussing matters both related and non related we get to the fulcrum of the happy odyssey my ego had been undertaking since the above quotation.
"You have a small penis" While this is quoted out of context and without the exact wording that certainly is capturing the gist of the original statement.
So, put together we get a compliment about sexual performance par excellance and what according to cultural trends readily could be seen as an insult to ones anatomy if looking from the perspective of a Caucasian male in his early 20's. ...
So, regardless of the fact that size Obviously does not compensate for know-how in the sack, something which most people have learned by now from authors and sexual therapists appearing on late night TV.. there are still things to be said about this!
Put together, the statement becomes (as have been OK ed by the girl who uttered it originally)
"You have a small cock BUT you are also the person whom I have had the best sex with, hands down"
The fun starts when I start asking different people if this is, put together, an insult or a compliment.
Girl 1-4 I ask, says that it is without question a compliment.
The gay guy I ask agrees wholeheartedly. It is a compliment.
Now, the straight guy in his early 20s:
"I would take this as a slight insult, but there is not a lot one can do about it. I do not have any 20cm either I can safely say. "
There is more to this but it is clear that my own amusement when wondering about this is well founded. I think the first five people asked are correct, but still. The straight guy asked comes up with the short statement that most closely mirrors my own initial reaction. It FEELS like a slight insult even if it is really not.
Thank you Americanized culture and size obsession.
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You know, reading the title of this post, I thought it was about time. "How you use it is the measure of all things".
"The penis of time." Deep, man.
There is pain in this world my child. Sometimes, your body is hurt. You feel nauseas tender and weak. Sometimes, your mind feels sick, you are not yourself and your thoughts goes places where they are discouraged to venture.
Worst of all is when your heart is hurt. When it is pierced by a lightning rod sent flying from the hand of some angry god. The jolts will make you spasm and weep. Finally you will grow numb and existence will feel a trifle thing. Of little importance.
Send me a thought when you are alone, direct your heart to that empty place where you had me stored. Recollect without diluting those drops of emotion that were once so lustrous and rich in the chalice of your heart. May haps that is not possible, to view what once was through the blurring of the time that’s past. We wonder together if it is possible to reconstruct an emotion that has fled. To look with honest eyes upon what was once felt as the imperative of existence.
What can you do then when the reason one once had for breathing now seems so shallow? The well from which once all meaning was drawn seems dry and unsatisfying. Perhaps it was an illusion that it so could have quenched your thirst?
Or is it that appetites change and grow larger with time? Maybe it is not a voluntary thing to grow bored with sipping of the same ambrosia that used to propel you. Tick tock. Time has passed. What was delicious has turned to ash.
Values and emotions are readily pierced by the passage of time. Nothing is ever excused from that.
What is a constant relationship? Can it be kept by two conscious observers constantly judging the value of their interaction? At one point the hatchet must fall, severing the connection or at least breaking a thread from the connecting wire.
Will that be, before the dirge chimes and the justification for feeling is reached?
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