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Sitzfleisch / Captain Aubrey’s Coat (Letters from a Small Hedgehog)
Jul 17th, 2008 by Viviane
. . . Every time I read memoirs or blog posts or erotica where girls write about the “iron-hard” or “hard, thick” or “big handsome” cock of a lover, it just reinforces my belief that not only will I never, ever have sex-in-the-flesh again, I’d have to refuse any offer that might lead to public mockery and humiliation. After all— if a girl mocks you there in the bedroom, she’ll tell all of her friends as soon as she gets to her BlackBerry. My looks, poverty, age, and social failings mean that I’ll never have sex-in-the-flesh again. And the fact that girls do write entries about “big handsome cocks” means that not only can I never risk sex in the future, every sexual experience I’ve ever had has now been invalidated. I can never not think that every girl I’ve ever been with was secretly mocking me and now looks back at me with disgust and contempt.