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Warning, this journal entry may be rated PG-13, depending on who's doing the rating. And for those who suspect why I'm writing about this, well you're probably partially right.
Last night at the grocery store they had my dream radio station on. Or, I should say, my dream easy-listening/soft rock station. They played that Boz Scaggs song Love, look what you've done to me. I don't know if that's the title or not, but seems like a good bet. Though you never know with those songs -- I just re-learned that one of my former favorite songs by Barry Manilow is called 'Weekend in New England', but I think I always called it When Can I Hold You Again or something similar. I'm not necessarily someone who's strongly opinionated in song-labelling, as in believing that the song title should have specific and obvious meaning. But I do find it weird when songs have obvious choruses (chori?) that repeat ad nauseum THEN they try to be clever by naming the song something obtuse. Why don't they channel some of that cleverness into the songwriting? But I digress.
Last night I had back-to-back dreams involving searching the house for missing belongings -- first my hat, second the laptop case. When I woke up, I discovered something WAS missing. My packer. Very bizarre, since I've never had my dick fall off in my sleep before. I located it fairly quickly underneath my partner's legs so I wasn't emasculated for too long. I did seriously feel like I was missing a limb, even if it's a ghost limb to being with. Pretty much the only time I'm without Mr. Tricky is in the shower (though I sometimes take baths with him -- adult tub toys).
Today Mr. Tricky is getting showed off more than usual because I'm wearing my tight jeans. Yow. They aren't as tight after wearing them 4-5 times, but these are freshly washed, so occasionally while sitting there are some nice package lines. Maybe I should have worn my fag packer today -- the 8 inch Softie. It's pretty ridiculous, though not as bad with boxer briefs. I call it my fag packer, since most women I know/date/flirt with aren't generally size queens so they don't appreciate it's size as much as the boys.
When I first started packing, I was obsessed with touching myself. I mean, more than usual. I sometimes wonder if I was dating someone that had a biological cock if I would get dumped because I would become obsessed with their's. Not even just in a sexual way -- also in an annoying poking and prodding way. But then again, depending on the guy, it might be an asset in the relationship. Of course, my obsession would possibly fade over time, whereas his is a lifelong love affair.
I have no plans for bottom surgery. I also don't think my manhood is lacking because I don't have a biological cock. But that doesn't mean I don't want one. I just wish it was fully functional AND still detachable or exchangable. I guess I don't even want to commit to wanting one (let alone owning one). Is it possible to test-drive a penis? I might have to wait until I'm 25. It'll be like renting a car.
Sometime I wonder if I did take on a lover with a bio-cock, after having sexual experiences, I'd either suddenly become gripped by an intense feeling of being incomplete and non-man. Other times I wonder if it would completely disillusion me and I'd be turned off from cock forever. Or maybe it would just be a lot of fun. Perhaps I should investigate test-driving someone ELSE's cock.
Warning, this journal entry may be rated PG-13, depending on who's doing the rating. And for those who suspect why I'm writing about this, well you're probably partially right.
Last night at the grocery store they had my dream radio station on. Or, I should say, my dream easy-listening/soft rock station. They played that Boz Scaggs song Love, look what you've done to me. I don't know if that's the title or not, but seems like a good bet. Though you never know with those songs -- I just re-learned that one of my former favorite songs by Barry Manilow is called 'Weekend in New England', but I think I always called it When Can I Hold You Again or something similar. I'm not necessarily someone who's strongly opinionated in song-labelling, as in believing that the song title should have specific and obvious meaning. But I do find it weird when songs have obvious choruses (chori?) that repeat ad nauseum THEN they try to be clever by naming the song something obtuse. Why don't they channel some of that cleverness into the songwriting? But I digress.
Last night I had back-to-back dreams involving searching the house for missing belongings -- first my hat, second the laptop case. When I woke up, I discovered something WAS missing. My packer. Very bizarre, since I've never had my dick fall off in my sleep before. I located it fairly quickly underneath my partner's legs so I wasn't emasculated for too long. I did seriously feel like I was missing a limb, even if it's a ghost limb to being with. Pretty much the only time I'm without Mr. Tricky is in the shower (though I sometimes take baths with him -- adult tub toys).
Today Mr. Tricky is getting showed off more than usual because I'm wearing my tight jeans. Yow. They aren't as tight after wearing them 4-5 times, but these are freshly washed, so occasionally while sitting there are some nice package lines. Maybe I should have worn my fag packer today -- the 8 inch Softie. It's pretty ridiculous, though not as bad with boxer briefs. I call it my fag packer, since most women I know/date/flirt with aren't generally size queens so they don't appreciate it's size as much as the boys.
When I first started packing, I was obsessed with touching myself. I mean, more than usual. I sometimes wonder if I was dating someone that had a biological cock if I would get dumped because I would become obsessed with their's. Not even just in a sexual way -- also in an annoying poking and prodding way. But then again, depending on the guy, it might be an asset in the relationship. Of course, my obsession would possibly fade over time, whereas his is a lifelong love affair.
I have no plans for bottom surgery. I also don't think my manhood is lacking because I don't have a biological cock. But that doesn't mean I don't want one. I just wish it was fully functional AND still detachable or exchangable. I guess I don't even want to commit to wanting one (let alone owning one). Is it possible to test-drive a penis? I might have to wait until I'm 25. It'll be like renting a car.
Sometime I wonder if I did take on a lover with a bio-cock, after having sexual experiences, I'd either suddenly become gripped by an intense feeling of being incomplete and non-man. Other times I wonder if it would completely disillusion me and I'd be turned off from cock forever. Or maybe it would just be a lot of fun. Perhaps I should investigate test-driving someone ELSE's cock.
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Date: 2002-02-14 09:54 am (UTC)on a side note, i don't know of many bio guys who get sick of the person they're sleeping with touching their penis. i couldn't keep my hands off of quinn's and he didn't seem to mind at all. well, except maybe in public... he would always get weirdly stewart-esque ("no! don't!" and push me away, though usually not with his foot.) when i would grope him in public. and i used his penis as a gear shift when driving around town. he would slap my hands away when semis would pass us. *laugh*
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Date: 2002-02-14 12:54 pm (UTC)your local dealer
Date: 2002-02-14 10:07 am (UTC)test drive a bio-cock near you.
better yet, lease one, trade it in every few years for a bigger, better, more sophisticated model.
I just wish it was fully functional AND still detachable or exchangable. I guess I don't even want to commit to wanting one (let alone owning one).
yes. completely! i agree.
funny to me is the more i get to play with them, the more i realize i like them best on other people most often.
Re: your local dealer
Date: 2002-02-14 12:55 pm (UTC)funny to me is the more i get to play with them, the more i realize i like them best on other people most often.
I think that's how I'll end up feeling too. But I'm not there yet. So bring on some cock!
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Date: 2002-02-14 10:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-02-14 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-02-14 11:54 pm (UTC);)
we will instead take you to that little bar that has turtle racing!
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Date: 2002-02-14 11:26 am (UTC)er I mean er um... yeah
hottie
xo dillon
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Date: 2002-02-14 01:12 pm (UTC)I mean, hear more about your standard options.
rawr!