Erozetta
Erotically Inclined
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Coward.Remind me never to read a Lit story that uses "scrotoplasty" as a tag.
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Coward.Remind me never to read a Lit story that uses "scrotoplasty" as a tag.
Coward.
Have him stand in front of a full length mirror, admiring how big his junk looks in his new jockstrap.
“Your Majesty!” he exclaimed as his penis penised dickishly. “Sorry, wrong bathroom.”Thanks, now I have a narrator's voice echoing in my head about how his penis penised dickishly.
If you can't be an athlete, be an athletic supporter.I'm now going to start every male pov story I write with a reference to their jockstrap.
If Die Hard is a Christmas movie, so is Lethal Weapon. View attachment 2571318
A wistful smile drifts across his face as he recalls his carefree younger days when they bounced freely, resplendent in their scrotum pasties. He'd wowed housewives, fashion execs, even a First Lady with his Newton's Cradle impression. His "Scrote to Scrote" tour had made the National Enquirer. I had it all wrong, he thought. You don't just wake up one morning and decide to trade all that for Marge, a Volvo SUV, and little Bobson and Melindabell. It creeps up on you so stealthily you don't even notice until it's done.That's the only way.
He turns to admire the size from different angles, but ends up lamenting how his balls are sagging a bit. Then he pulls the skin taut as he considers scrotoplasty to fend off the signs of aging. Those balls made two kids, though, so he should be proud of the sag.
I might be wrong, but I believe that the Puppetry of the Penis guys might still do private parties. There's got to be a graceful way to do a managed exit from the stage, anyway.A wistful smile drifts across his face as he recalls his carefree younger days when they bounced freely, resplendent in their scrotum pasties. He'd wowed housewives, fashion execs, even a First Lady with his Newton's Cradle impression. His "Scrote to Scrote" tour had made the National Enquirer. I had it all wrong, he thought. You don't just wake up one morning and decide to trade all that for Marge, a Volvo SUV, and little Bobson and Melindabell. It creeps up on you so stealthily you don't even notice until it's done.
Spray frosting is frosting, but spray cheese is not cheese.Spray frosting is better than spray cheese.
Chlamydia is such a pretty name for a girl.Pregnancy is an STD.
Pregnancy is an STD.
This is controversial?“Loving Wives” was always tongue-in-cheek and never literal.
I have a tulip bulb for sale for only the average annual salary. PM me.The Tulip Mania was the only time flowers were ever valued properly.
I'm sorry for your loss. Your life's trajectory is, of course, entirely valid, and I hope it brought you happiness. But it's far from the only path towards happiness.It isn't always abusive.
Shit, I didn't even know I was a 'trad guy' until after my first marriage exploded and went down in flames. The first Mrs. Baz was very liberated and decided that she had to be 'free'.
My second wife was someone who had been nursing a crush on me and when we got together we went bare, she moved in with me, she got pregnant, and we got married. Three kids and a thirty-one year marriage followed.
After we paid off the house in 1993 she stayed home and I fucking loved it. So did she.
Rae died in March 2020 and I've been single ever since.
I'm sorry for your loss. Your life's trajectory is, of course, entirely valid, and I hope it brought you happiness. But it's far from the only path towards happiness.
That would be brilliant class. Way better than having to read Grapes of Wrath and The Scarlet Letter.I think there ought to be a week long module in high school English classes entitled "Genre is a Lie that is True"
It should use this argument as the prime example and highlight how all genre distinctions are somewhat arbitrary and can always be broken with convenient outliers.
In the end, it's revealed that the actual title was "Genre is a Social Construct" and, oops, we just explained in detail with an engaging example how social constructs are simultaneously real and fake and how to spot when they are being used in a silly way.