Pornstar

My high school friends say that I have a big dick. They say this to me and make fun of me lots of times even if only one of them has really seen it…when it was swollen due to circumcision. But it’s the kind of teasing that a guy like me doesn’t really get offended to, if not, actually flattered. I can be a pornstar if I like to (but seriously, my dream is to direct a porn). But it just bothers me sometimes that I tend to jump in to the joke and make fun of my penis as well, as I use their preconceived notion that I really am equipped. You see, I don’t have a big dick, but I’m not saying the contrary. In the first place, I thought, who judges whether your family jewel is actually huge or not? Is there an organization that decrees which range in the continuum of the penis universe is considered huge? What is its name? Will it be like the Virility and Girth Inspection National Association (VAGINA)? And provided that it really exists, how will the VAGINA lay its matrices so that all the phallic factors fit in it snugly? A lot has to be measured like length, girth, and spherical area of the glans penis, not to mention the race and nationality of the person. Will the VAGINA be up for the challenge of our penises?

In my age now, there are some people other than my mother, brothers and my nanny, who have already seen mini-me. Upon first sight, I’m pretty sure that nobody made the sign of the cross, shouted “Santa Maria, it’s the lochness monster!” and dashed for the door as if it is coming to get them from between their legs (insert Maui Taylor chase scene with the giant dick in the movie Sex Drive, here). Quite fortunately, I also haven’t heard anyone say, “Awww…*sigh* there you are, so cute!” as I pulled my zipper down to the tune of You Sexy Thing (I believe in miracles! Where you from?! You sexy thing!). But if given only these two scenarios, I’d pick the prior.

I’d rather have a bazooka than a garden hose because, well…larger is better. But I am quite okay with what God has given me. How can’t I? It can do the job it is tasked to do… PISSING, stupid. And yeah, as a stuffing for the turkey for Thanksgiving, and a pie driller.

This society equates penis size as the actual measure of one’s masculinity and virility. In that single piece of expandable muscle tissue we source and derive all our confidence, bravado and chutzpah. Hell, even Rasputin’s disputed dong is believed to be cure for men’s impotence.

I don’t know if that is a natural instinct emanating from our bushy area, but this same subconscious psyche that we have gives men undue and imagined dominion over all things around him. Isn’t it everyday that we keep on hearing reports of abused children and women by men? Especially here in the Philippines, where I grew up in a family wherein the father –the one with the biggest dick in the house– gets to decide when and where to hit his kids…and wife.

Luckily for me, I don’t have that illusion. I have my sex organ and so does everyone else. This gives me only an equal opportunity like the rest of us to get laid sometimes, or get off by ourselves. But the most important thing is that I’m not dumb enough to use my head down there to brag my greater strength or anything of that sort. For me, it is just plainly stupid and inanely arrogant. Because all of us can be pornstars, but not everyone is that huge.