Hey, Faggot:
Drawing attention to the illogic of her irrational oral-sex phobia probably won’t turn the trick, however: I’m guessing (hoping!) she already knows men pee with their dicks and she’s simply blurting out, “Why would any man want to put his mouth where I pee?” because what’s really going on in her head is far more complicated and harder to articulate. It probably goes like this: “I was taught by (a) my mother, (b) unreformed Catholic nuns, or (c) feminine-hygiene product commercials that women’s genitals are dirty and unattractive and that they should be scrubbed with Brillo pads, flushed with noxious chemicals, and stuffed with sterile paper products. Since I believe my twat is filthy and putrid, how can I allow you, the man I love, to plant your face in the middle of it?”
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I “ordered” a couple of Asian babes and loved life for an hour. I’ve done this several times and now feel like I’ve had my share of empty, loveless fun. And I’ve finally met someone. When the subject of past lovers came up, I froze. She knew something was up, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to ask again. Should I tell her of my “fantasy fulfillment” or keep my recent past to myself? She could be the one. –Feeling Sorry I Slutted
I’ve been trying to change since I was a kid: no luck thus far. I’m now in college and there’s no way I’m coming out anytime soon. The social, psychological, and theological conditionings are just too strong. I’m a 21-year-old male (virgin) too afraid to initiate direct contact. I’m somewhat handsome, height-weight proportionate, so appearance isn’t a factor whatsoever, but I’ll be damned if I’m not a prisoner of my mind, my fears, my peers, etc.
Hey, Dumbfuck:
