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Most of us are our own worst critics. My cock is big. Out of all the experiences I’ve had with men, my cock has always been the biggest. And do you thing that makes me content? Or course it doesn’t! My torso is barrel shaped but my arms are like linguini. Looks terrible. I also have mild scoliosis, which sometimes gives me an awkward posture. And I’m too damn lazy to hit the gym. Lovers, we all have our insecurities. We all strive to be the best in this highly competitive gene pool. We’re men… we’re programmed to be that way. In ancient times, when a man met a better man, one that he couldn’t measure up to, he had some choices. He could flee, seeking out new stomping ground with less competition. (Until another alpha comes along and he has to flee again). Another choice: he murdered the better man with a poison stab in the back, like a coward. (because he could never beat him in a fair fight). Or, he went with the best choice, to become a loyal retainer, a follower who is inspired and mimicking the better man in everything he is, and does. So when you see a beautiful man, with a perfect body, perfect cock, instead of feeling bad about yourself, allow yourself to idolize him. Give into that man-crush! Let this man inspire you. Yes… most probably he’s only a model. His looks may not neglect any kind of actual alpha personality, but the image is real. Since the dawn of mankind, we idolize images. Don’t fight it. I know this is a… lofty pill to swallow. But you get my point. – Ben