You know, as a guy, I’ve never really paid much attention to other guys’s dik-diks. And for a time I figured that, hey, they’re all more or less the same size, right? Or at least within a narrow enough range that any differences wouldn’t be all that noteworthy. Sure, sometimes you’ll hear about a guy who is particularly well-endowed, or otherwise, but for the most part, a dik-dik is a dik-dik. Much like hands or feet.
But then a girlfriend once gave me the low-down on the length, girth and particular idiosyncrasies of all her past lovers’ dik-diks. With drawn illustrations. So then I learned that some women, at least, certainly notice. FWIW.
True story. It was certainly an informative way to spend an afternoon.
Generally making a ‘joke’ by just stating a position that people in the thread and around the internet actually hold and expecting everyone to go ‘oh, ha-ha this person repeating that tired mantra is obviously being silly’ doesn’t work well. Whether you’re ‘being serious’ or not, the information you posted was completely wrong, and is exactly the sort of thing that the OP and people like him say - phrasing it in a slightly dumber way than usual doesn’t actually make a joke. And your adding the bit about the Romans in your reply makes it sound like you actually take the argument you put forth seriously enough to try to defend it, so the whole “hurr, you got wooshed” schtick doesn’t really stand up.
Astoundingly enough, you can be (and in fact, I often am) serious AND making with the funny at the same time ! Onions, ogres, layers and that. Complex stuff, I know.
In this particular case, I was being serious about men’s insecurities and fear of their girlfriends and wives riding away with some other, “better” guy ; while the bit about y’alls and womyn was couching those true, if often irrational, fears in ha-ha language, as denoted and underlined by a semantic code shift, the better to acknowledge the absurdity of such fears. Oh yeah Kimstu, I know about code shifts too. I’m a true Renaissance man. Except for all the syphilis and stuff.
The bit about the Romans was just saying interesting historical stuff for the sake of saying it. And it’s absolutely correct : the Romans LOVED the cock. Title of my upcoming book, btw.
nod but the Romans didn’t have crayons to eat yet.
And just you wait until you see my collection of D&D books, baby… Wait, wait, come back !
Real talk, it’s not something I’d see myself doing, but I can see points of a relationship and/or flirt where dick pics have a legit space. Like if she’s being all teasing and dirty talking and you want to convey the meaning “this is having the positive effect you’re looking for, keep it up you saucy little minx” then, y’know, a picture is worth a thousand words I guess. Opening up with a dick pick out of the blue however, if I had to guess, really isn’t about getting a positive response to begin with. To me it’s half about the narcissistic notion that “any reaction is better than being ignored” and half about pre-emptively dealing with the fear of rejection. As in, of *course *she told you to fuck off, what else did you expect ? You sent her a picture of your genitals before even saying hello ! But since you *knew *she was going to reject you from the get go, it’s OK, and she’s rejecting you for the obviously shitty thing you just did rather than your personality or how your face looks or whatever, stuff that might *actually *hurt your feelings or prompt some sort of self-questioning.
Of course it’s absurd, but human psychology pretty much is at every level.
(IOW, it’s the grown-up version of pulling on Becky’s braids at recess cuz’ you fancy her. Because of course just telling her about feelings and stuff feels a lot more uncomfortable, and might lead to gulp intimacy. Which guys are taught less than zero about, nor generally know how to handle. So, you pull on the braids instead, since that leads to a much less vulnerable space.
I’ll readily admit that, even though I’m getting better at it these days (or maybe I’ve just gained more levels in “ain’t givin’ a fuck”), I still often feel the urge to defuse Awww moments or react to compliments by deadpanning stupid stuff like “wanna fuck now ?” or “I also have a giant cock btw”)
I mean, we’re not talking Florentine Renaissance painting levels of accuracy or detail. Just the sort of quick sketches that, for instance, I might be able to produce, if you asked me to draw a comparative lineup of my ex-ladyfriends’ boobage.
“I don’t know why Bill gets all the women. He’s only 5’4” and I happen to know he has a short dick.
And the women come flocking to him when all he does is stand there licking his eyebrows."
Also -
Seriously, there’s nothing I can do about my height, and also nothing I can do about the dimensions of Mr. Happy. So all I can do is get a gun collection, a large SUV, and lie about my great sense of humor and net worth.
Regards,
Shodan
PS - I’m a grow-er, not a show-er. Really! And I like long walks on the beach!
Some people are clearly doing it to troll or threaten people, which would be enough to get the notion of dick pics into the public consciousness. And you add to that people who think their dick’s length and appearance are among their best features, you could get people thinking “This is a way to show my good side, while also showing that I’m interested in sex!” without ever having to hear a credible success story.
I think some guys use the scattershot approach. Just keep doing dickish things until someone actually responds positively. Then you know you’ve found the type of low-standards woman you’re looking for. Kind of like how spam emails are written so that only the stupidest people will respond.
In my all-male high school, a teacher (!!!) once gave the class some grotesquely inappropriate advice on how to pick up women. The gist of it was, approach the woman and blatantly proposition her. He said “9 out of 10 of them will reject you, but when you find the one that doesn’t, you’ve won”.
