We are all faking ourselve's
Well, I just measured again and saw 18 cm on the ruler.
I felt the man again.
Most of us feel the man when we have gained another inch, or another tenth of an inch.
We walk around feeling good, because we love our cocks now. That we are able. Able to love a woman and to be loved.
Think again, under all the macho feelings of having the big dick to fuck her brains out.
Why can’t we just be and let be. I think the real winners, the real overcommers, the ones who should be respected the most are the people who just accept their deformities (even if it’s in their own mind) and still have a cheerfull, positive attitude.
Still I consider myself a winner deepdown. A real winner. But the fact that I can’t be a genuine overcommer of all this pe stuff humble’s me. A real winner is good, and it’s good to have something to keep you humble, but I still want to become this genuine overcommer that will throw all this penis stuff out out of the window and just accept myself deeply within. I think I can get there and I hope the same for other people.
I, can, I can, I can not, can not compute..