I received a business card cus of my DICK!
This must read like fiction to some, and I hate that it does, but I mean, what can I do except share with you lovely people what my life is like? I don't really have any other outlets for my emotional and sexual reality. Many of my "friends" have treated me with disrespect and mockery (blatantly, to my face) explicitly in terms of my body (i.e., penis) so I really only have you wonderfully understanding people to hear me out, I guess.
Anyways, I was brave one day and decided to go for a walk around town in basketball shorts. Might not seem like a huge deal to you. Lots of people wear basketball shorts. Buuuuuuuut, I have a different experience with this kind of thing and this is one of the more dramatic examples of that.
But before we get into that, know that wearing basketball shorts publicly really was a *huge* deal for me in terms of overcoming social anxiety. This was the first time I had gone out like this in that sort of lower body clothing material since the early days of my puberty--but there's a really good reason it's been that long, lol: everyone stares at my package. Everyone!!! Guys...girls...you name it--the fucking STARES are so intense and so ubiquitous EVERY SINGLE DAY that I actually get a ton of social anxiety from it. Some of you reading this might think "huh I'm sure it's actually awesome" or even "he must be exaggerating..." but trust me, when it is CONSTANT in EVERY single room you go into (literally) and with most humans with whom you interact, it can make you feel like an actual circus freak or that something is wrong with you.
But back to the short story I have to share: taking my dick for a spin in basketball shorts on this particular sunny day led to an amazing interaction.
Within five minutes of me getting out of my car, I see people on the street staring (per usual, but moreso), and then something amazing happens: a man literally PULLS OVER OFF THE ROAD (and it was a fairly busy side street), rolls down his window, and directly says to me (literal quote incoming) "WOW man, you have a great dick--mm! you have such a nice dick!" and ***HANDS ME HIS BUSINESS CARD***.
I was speechless for a moment. I literally looked left to right at first and was like "Uhhh, wow, thank you?!! Oh my gosh, that's so kind!" and muttering in that sense. It was a fucking SURREAL interaction and I literally felt like I was in a professional porno or something, you know? But I managed to find my cool and be casual with the guy, kinda still looking left and right to ensure no traffic issues and such. He was cool and pretty much smiled and drove off, leaving me standing there wondering what the FUCK just happened and worrying about how the rest of my day in those shorts would go. Well, in a nutshell, it was an evening FULL of stares and by the end of it I felt like an a****l in a zoo.
I haven't called him back and now I know that maybe I should be careful about wearing basketball shorts in public....
Anyways, I was brave one day and decided to go for a walk around town in basketball shorts. Might not seem like a huge deal to you. Lots of people wear basketball shorts. Buuuuuuuut, I have a different experience with this kind of thing and this is one of the more dramatic examples of that.
But before we get into that, know that wearing basketball shorts publicly really was a *huge* deal for me in terms of overcoming social anxiety. This was the first time I had gone out like this in that sort of lower body clothing material since the early days of my puberty--but there's a really good reason it's been that long, lol: everyone stares at my package. Everyone!!! Guys...girls...you name it--the fucking STARES are so intense and so ubiquitous EVERY SINGLE DAY that I actually get a ton of social anxiety from it. Some of you reading this might think "huh I'm sure it's actually awesome" or even "he must be exaggerating..." but trust me, when it is CONSTANT in EVERY single room you go into (literally) and with most humans with whom you interact, it can make you feel like an actual circus freak or that something is wrong with you.
But back to the short story I have to share: taking my dick for a spin in basketball shorts on this particular sunny day led to an amazing interaction.
Within five minutes of me getting out of my car, I see people on the street staring (per usual, but moreso), and then something amazing happens: a man literally PULLS OVER OFF THE ROAD (and it was a fairly busy side street), rolls down his window, and directly says to me (literal quote incoming) "WOW man, you have a great dick--mm! you have such a nice dick!" and ***HANDS ME HIS BUSINESS CARD***.
I was speechless for a moment. I literally looked left to right at first and was like "Uhhh, wow, thank you?!! Oh my gosh, that's so kind!" and muttering in that sense. It was a fucking SURREAL interaction and I literally felt like I was in a professional porno or something, you know? But I managed to find my cool and be casual with the guy, kinda still looking left and right to ensure no traffic issues and such. He was cool and pretty much smiled and drove off, leaving me standing there wondering what the FUCK just happened and worrying about how the rest of my day in those shorts would go. Well, in a nutshell, it was an evening FULL of stares and by the end of it I felt like an a****l in a zoo.
I haven't called him back and now I know that maybe I should be careful about wearing basketball shorts in public....
6 years ago
