I see you! Can you find me in this picture?
I'm the pale one!
It smelled like ass and feet that day, but I thought how freeing it all was not to worry about getting an embarrassing boner. Two drunk women tonight were making fun of my size 13 shoes, or rather the size of my feet. They kept teasing about, "You know what that means!" Stupid and idiotic, but they were drunk. They just wouldn't let it go. Kept at me about it. Finally to get them to shut up I let each one take turns reaching through my open fly to feel for themselves. Being a germaphobe, I pulled out two surgical gloves for them to wear. I always carry some around. They took their time. Then each one wanted an extra turn. So stupid. But it shut them up, for a bit and then later as I was trying to leave they fought and cried. It's not something I like to brag about at all. It's a burden. I saw a documentary about shy girls growing up with huge breasts and the trauma it caused them. One poor girl spent years in High School binding her breasts with bandages she was so ashamed. Really, I understand their pain. I'm not abnormally large, but it does constantly get in the way. When I was younger I was so traumatized I panicked when I had to shower with the other boys in Gym Class. I suppose that might have something to do with my easy camaraderie with Black Males growing up. I was accepted. Sure it's funny to laugh and mock what you don't understand, but imagine the difficulty of living with the problem of every time you sit down on the toilet to poop, your penis falls into the water. Bathroom breaks take twice as long because you have to stand up to pee, then once that's out of the way, you have to sit down to finish the other business holding lil' Jerry. Dating was always difficult. Girls would get so excited at first, but then pain would set in for them and there just never seemed to be enough room for me to fully enjoy. I don't want to seem like I'm looking for sympathy, just understanding.
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