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Ugh...Private Parts

Quite honestly, and this may come as a shock to you all, I dislike private parts. ALL private parts…

Men and women (but especially men) love themselves some private parts. Other women’s private parts…their own…they have no shame in showing them off. How many women know men who just freely snap a pic of their isht to send it to ANY woman? *smh*…Just proud of your Zulu staff!

. What’s so special about a penis..other than the function it has? It’s just not attractive. No wonder old folks called it the “one eyed snake”….

If you’ve seen one penis (size and girth aside)…you’ve seen them all. Snipped or unsnipped. Your isht ain’t special. It’s downright oogly. I mean granted..if you see something you like…(size or girth wise)..you may raise an eyebrow and be pleased. BUT..it certainly isn’t because the penis is a good looking organ (what organ is good looking??? None!)

If you are light skinned and your joint looks like Wesley Snipes..that just ugly.
IF you are dark skinned..and you have that weird pink tip..that just..weird and ugly.
If it curves into the perfect G spot hitter..that’s great..but that curve has to be uncomfortable and that’s just ugly.

I dunno. I guess I’m into the “illusion”. I’d rather look at you in boxer briefs or see a faint outline in your work slacks. I mean I’m not shy when it comes to the act..but I wont tell you “Oh it’s so handsome” or something ridiculous! It’s just a penis. It may be attached to a very nice man..but it’s still just a wang. It’s what you DO with it that makes you special.

Same thing for a woman’s vagina. WTF! What makes a vagina “delicious/.gorgeous” or “tasty-looking”? They all serve the same purpose. They are all ugly..no matter what men may thing. They can be different colors or whatever…but they are still ugly. It’s a dern birth canal! LOL. I’ll admit..the ONLY time I REALLY look down at my own vagina…is if I just got a wax…and I need to inspect the job Lakshmi did…(lol). OR..we got the normal, “lady” issues.

Boobs look better..cupped in a nice bra. (I am speaking for myself). Nipples are strange things. If you got a dark, super large areola..it just looks even worse (lol)

Asses look better in tight jeans or fitted slacks…just giving you the illusion (cause what if you undress that mug and it has train track stretchmarks on it Or worse..looks like Montana Fishburne?? Yeah…that’s what I thought.)

I def am not looking at porn for the private parts. Again…it’s what you do with it.

I dunno…I’m not prude but I am just not overly impressed. And when it comes down to sex..thats fine..I'll look all day long. But..eh..it's just some private parts. So…I guess before you snap a pic of your wang..and send it to me, fellas (which I totally hate..btw…). Think to yourself “Is this a penis I can be proud of?” If not..just save yourself the embarrassment of me gonig “Oh..well..thats nice” or “What a cute LITTLE thing…” or “Are you freaking serious???”

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  1. As a man, I find nothing discouraging about the sight of a woman's breast, especially if they are nice-looking. I believe most men will agree with me here.

    On the other hand, I am not too big on seeing pictures of a woman's vagina. I say - There is no point in her showing, unless it's good and she plans on giving me some.

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  2. lol, i agree with you on this. private parts aren't the most attractive body parts to me. they're actually pretty over-rated.

    And yes, this is way more attractive ---> "I guess I’m into the “illusion”. I’d rather look at you in boxer briefs or see a faint outline in your work slacks."

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  3. I agree private parts are not that attractive at all

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