I love mine. It does it’s job very well and has brought me and…a few others much happiness. I can’t imagine getting along without it.
I love my penis and he loves me; it’s like being spot welded to your very best friend…forever.
I’d rather lose my entire left hand than my penis (not the right hand, though. I’m an artist and that’s my bread and butter), or a leg, or both legs, or…
Not as much as the girls do.
He’s a pretty stand up guy, I suppose I’d be okay if he were a bit taller. But he’s got balls, and I’ve been 100% behind him through thick and thin.
Pinto? is that you? Man, I haven’t seen you since our Delta Tau Chi days.
Boys can like penises other than their own too you know?
This is one of the good things about being gay - you see enough penises close up and in different states to be very clear where yours sits on the scale and whether there is anything abnormal about it. You might find out that yes your penis really IS smaller than the other guys’ when erect, but at least you know for sure and don’t have to agonise/wonder about it. Or you know for a fact that you’re bigger than average, which feels nice. 
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Dear Penis…
I love my penis and I think that up to having both arms or both legs chopped off I’d keep choosing my penis. As far an whether I rather be equipped as a boy or girl, I think boys have it easier in everything except orgasms so there is no possibility of a trade there.
Well I don’t know that there is any reason to be particularly proud, but the “What’s so fantastic about it?”, is quite dismissive of the importance it has to (at least) most men. For starters, I am sure most men would feel less “manly” without it. It is part of our identities as males. Much like perhaps breasts and a uterus is part of “being a woman”. I’ve heard of cases where women feel less womanly because they have had to have their breasts removed due to cancer. Or a hysterectomy for example.
IMO not having the appendage would be no different than suffering from impotency or infertility. There is a loss of self. A very important factor of “me” and who I am would be missing. It would just be different.
A thumb for a penis? That is like comparing a vagina to a belly-button. I would gladly go without hearing, taste and a couple other things before I hand over my penis. It is an essential part of me and who I am, aside from the good stuff it has brought to my life.
My fiance would also certainly miss it I might add, and would gladly give her thumb in exchange for it.
Is that the going rate these days?
do you like/love your penis? No more than any of my other parts I guess. I rather miss my foreskin I think.
Is your penis an essential part of you? Well, yeah. I’m more than my penis, but there’s just the one and if I lost it I wouldn’t be able to do all the penis-y things I’ve grown accustomed to.
How sad would you be if you were missing your penis? Depends on why. If it were cancerous or had somehow gotten full of cobra venom then I’d be glad to be rid of it. But if Woke up one morning and my penis were missing I’d become very concerned and start looking for it.
Are you kidding? My penis is my best friend.
When I’ve felt downtrodden, chewed up, and spit out by the world - my penis was there for me.
When I’ve felt alone, rejected, unwanted - my penis was there for me.
When I’ve had a long day, and it feels like I’m fighting off attacks and demands from all angles just to get by and carve out a little slice of serenity for myself, my penis is there at the end of it all with no agenda but to please me.
No matter what happens to me, I know my penis will always be there looking up at me, eager to help me melt away the stress of an otherwise cruel existence. It’s the very definition of a friend. It has stuck with me through the good times and the bad, sickness and health, poverty and hardship. I wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.
I love my penis.
It’s cool. It’s always hanging out there, ready for amusement. Every little movement like shifting in my chair, standing up, or walking, often causes it to move around. It doesn’t let you forget it’s down there.
It lets me aim where I pee, have fun with a lady in a variety of ways, or have fun by myself. Doesn’t cause much trouble, just have to shift it left or right to lay on my stomach comfortably.
And you forgot to ask about the balls. Don’t neglect the balls.
Choosing between a finger and my penis? Jeez. I’d gnaw that sucker off.
Is there a link missing here or am I missing something?
Losing my penis would be worse than losing my appendix but not as bad as losing my brain.
Actually that would just be the small blind
Can I be the first to go all in?
Oh we’re best buds, but on the other hand we’re always fighting, and it’s always over women.
I like mine,but his neighbor is an asshole