Loosing our marbles

“9 years ago I went to my doctor for a preventive medical checkup without any problems and got out of doctor’s office with the diagnose of testicular cancer. Three days later half of my crown jewels had gone! It took time for me to get myself accepted, but after a while I came to the conclusion that losing one ball doesn’t bother me. In the meantime, I take it as my dearly purchased victory vs.  cancer and don’t have any problems in public (sauna etc.).

Until last week on Friday: again a preventive medical checkup without probs and once again the diagnose cancer; this time the prostate. And once again I don’t give up fighting. But maybe it’s the last time I can be proud of my “wounds” and this could be the last chance to take a pic of my penis before the doctors once again come with their knifes making a stabile man an old guy wearing napkins or cutting nerves, which are extremely important in special situations….”


My Beautiful Penis is My Life Time Partner

“My Beautiful Penis is My Life time partner and it is very special for me and that i feel my special friend my penis has always been with me right through out all of my life and till this very moment in time and i love my life partner my penis which has given me a lot’s n lot’s of sexaul enjoyments and from those enjoyments i have to beautiful 2 children 🚸 and i can not find any words enough with which i think i can thank my very powerful friend my penis enough so please let me thank you and give you my blessings and may god be always be with you once again thank you.”


My penis is a paradox

My penis is a paradox.

It is at once the symbol of masculinity, of potency, of power, of
virility, and the most delicate, fragile, vulnerable part of me. It is
a source of pride and of shame, of pleasure and of pain. Sometimes it
is hard, sometimes it is soft — and in either state it can be a source
of great embarrassment. If it’s erect, you can tell through my
clothes, and I feel like I’m being judged as a sex fiend — even if it
was just the steady rhythm of the train that did it.

Think about yoghurt. Think about yoghurt. Damn, turns out my penis
thinks yoghurt’s sexy. Stop thinking about yoghurt.

I was circumcised as a kid, because I got an infection — at least
that’s what I was told later. I have no memory of the infection, or of
being uncircumcised. I have no opinion on whether I’d rather not have
had that done, since my whole experience of how a penis feels and
behaves is based on the one I’ve got. Nonetheless, I sometimes wonder
if it’s big enough. I have no memory of having a bigger penis, either,
but still I speculate. Would I rather have a longer one? What if it
were the same length, but thicker? Would I be more self-confident if I
possessed more pendulous genitals?

Why do I wonder about that part, and not others? I never wonder if my
fingers are an adequate length, or if larger feet might have altered
my destiny.

Is it big enough? Is there even a definitive answer to that? It shifts
about so much through the day that it seems pointless to wonder even
how big it is. It’s bigger after a hot shower than after a cold swim.
Sometimes it dangles — satisfyingly, confidently, like a lizard who’s
found a safe warm rock to sun itself — and sometimes it seems to want
to hide among my pubic hair like an acorn in the undergrowth. Do they
all do that?

It’s the one I’ve got. Don’t laugh.

Proud of my penis

من به آلتم افتخار می کنم ، نه سانسورI am proud to my penis , not censored.

تا زمانیکه اولین تلاش هام رو برای تحریکش انجام نداده بودم هیچ ارتباطی باهاش نداشتم. حتی اطلاعات اولیه ! یه جورایی ازم گرفته بودنش. وقتی رابطه ام باهاش برقرار شد ، زیاد ازش خوشم نمی اومد ! فکر می کردم داره بهم ظلم می کنه ! فقط یه رابطه ضروری اونهم با زور و اکراه بود. بعضی وقت ها پیش خودم می گفتم آخه از جون من چی می خوای ؟ چرا ولم نمی کنی ، این داره شیره جونم رو ازم می گیره. یواش یواش داشتم ازش متنفر می شدم که چرا داره باعث میشه که ازش استفاده نادرست بکنم . این شد که یه چند مدت باهاش قهر کردم ، با اینکه یه جورایی ته دلم دوست داشتم باهاش بازی کنم ولی چند تا بی عقل از بیرون می گفتن بهش دست نزن. بعد از یه مدت نتونستم دووم بیارم. رفتم سراغش و بعد از منت کشی با همدیگه دوست شدیم و بعد از مدتی رابطه مون بهتر و بهتر می شد. تا وقتی که تصمیم گرفتم که بیشتر بشناسمش و باهاش کنار بیام .

تو همین دوران توجه زیادی به انحراف کوچیکش می کردم واسه همین به خودم گفتم شاید راه حلش داخل پورنوگرافی باشه وقتی آلت های مختلفی با درجه کجی ها و قطرهای متفاوت دیدم. هم تونستم به راحتی شکلش رو قبول کنم. هم فهمیدم که طبیعت داروینیانسان باعث می شه به این نتیجه برسیم که «همه انسان ها زیبا هستندو در نهایت یکی از فواید پورنوگرافی رو هم درک کردم.

همه جنبه های شخصیتی و بیولوژیکیش رو خوب مطالعه کردم فهمیدم که چه اشتباهاتی کردم. و فقط خودم رو تو این مدت آزار می دادم. از وقتی که با واقعیت های جدیدی در موردش آشنا شدم و به حرف خودم گوش دادم بهترین ارتباط ممکن رو باهاش دارم. و ازش لذت می برم . حالا دیگه وقتی تحریک میشه لذت بخش ترین غلغلک دنیا رو درونش احساس می کنم و بعدش از کارم احساس راحتی و رضایت فوق العاده ای می کنم.

همیشه خودت باش ، خودت.Always be yourself , Yourself.


Does this keep me awake at night?

“I am average length and girth, and don’t have anything that is really any more special than a million other men out there.

I was circumcised, as was the way on the 60’s, without any say, or understanding of the issue while a baby. I had no awareness of this, and thankfully, no memory.

During my youth, I was fascinated by one other kid in the neighborhood who was uncircumcised. When we would play in the scrub behind our houses, and take a piss together against some tree, I would notice the difference. I asked my mother about the difference, and that was the first time I became aware that I had been modified.

I thought nothing about it for many years, believing the old wives tales about cleanliness, sexual enhancement and disease repelling – none of which makes sense to me anymore.

I am now aware of what was done, but what the effect may have been, I can only imagine what might have been.

Am I concerned about this? Does this keep me awake at night? No it does not.
I have what I have, and I’ll do the best that I can.”