Lord Pmann
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Thanks for your most entertaining post. It got me re-thinking my own, and it got me thinking once more about how my own experiences differ from men and even from other women.
One of the key words in my post was "teenager." My impression of puberty was that my body was suddenly at odds with me. It was leaking in places where it hadn't leaked before, bumps were growing where I had no bumps before, and so on. There is a distinct element of feeling out of control when all this happens. None of the men I've talked to remember having this feeling to the extent I did, possibly because the changes weren't as profound. (If you've seen the movie Persepolis, you might recall a funny cartoon sequence illustrating this.)
The second key factor, which I didn't refer to before, is that the onset of my puberty was seen by male relatives as a signal that I was sexually available to them. Much badness ensued. So when I had that incident at the roller rink, what I was really reacting to was the fear that I was arousing that same lust in onlookers, and that more badness might be heading my way. A guy with a visible erection usually doesn't worry that it might be making him a target for unwanted sexual interest, but a girl might. (That isn't coming out as clear as I wanted, but I hope you understand.)
Clear as can be. Good post. I particularly loved the line regarding "leaking in places where I hadn't leaked before". Well put. Hahaha. That would've freaked me out, I won't lie. If I had a bleedy dick once a month I'd be freaked out.
I do not think puberty affects boys as much as girls. Puberty was no big deal for me. I matured quicker than most my age, so I could wag my hairy cock at my friends and make them jealous. Well, my actual COCK was not hairy, but you know what I mean.
I became a confident little fucker during that time, oddly. I mean, we all have things that we are self conscious about, but for what's supposed to be a tough time maturing and all, I was pretty damned happy with myself. I felt like I was finally able to get some release. While I wasn't sexually active, I finally had something to do with my erections. Before, you just sort of rub them up to whatever is next to you. A couch, the floor, the dog, the dishwasher, whatever is right there. I just pretty much fucked everything in my house, as a kid. I had this raging little red boner that wouldn't go away and I didn't know what the fuck I should do with it, so I just kind of fucked things as best I knew how. My first memory as a child is seeing a naked girl in a movie and having an erection. Classy, right? When puberty hit, I remember finally being able to do something with that erection and I was sooooooo happy. It took me 15 years to get there, or however long it was, but I had a purpose!!! So for me, it wasn't awkward. I finally could be more laid back and chill.
I also never had to worry about creepy family members or whatever. That would be a huge problem, for sure. Man.
But I'd be pretty embarrassed at this point just having a random erection. I think at any point in my life that would be humiliating. I mean, unless I'm trying to do it just to be a dumbass, which was possible then and now.
I've never really thought of nipple erections for women as a sexual thing for them. I mean, I know it happens when they are turned on at times, but I realize far more factors also make it happen than just that. Perhaps I am the minority.