Dear average-sized penis,
Ugh. I don't really know how to say this. We've been in and around so much together. And I really do appreciate the effort you've put in thus far. But I'm sure you have sensed my growing disappointment over the years. I guess the bottom line is I expected you to be a lot more at this point. I keep waiting for you to grow up, but you never do.
Remember when we were both little and I used to check you for signs of growth like every day. Then I started growing, but for some reason you stayed pretty much the same. I checked to make sure you were connected to my body properly, receiving all the blood and vitamins, and I even asked the doctor if there was a problem. He sort of coughed and stifled a chuckle and said, "sometimes penises just stay a certain size."
Oh the tears that were shed that day. I cried and cried and cried. I cursed you, and banged you against the door. It was meant to be a punishment, but you went and got excited. When you're excited you're much more presentable. I begged you to stay that size forever, just without the horizontal/vertical lift. But we were never able to get that kind of synergy going. Even if we could keep you at the size you are right before you're excited, and right after, that would be cool too. I don't know if I've told you that before, so I'm telling you now.
What's that? Look, I don't want to hear it. Yeah, maybe if you were on a white guy, or an asian guy, or a girl, your reputation would be a lot better at this point. You might be a little more "remarkable." But the fact of the matter is you're on a black guy, and you are underachieving.
I guess I could do my part and cut down on the whole alpha-male shit-talking. Telling girls your nickname is "The Pulverizer" is probably setting you up for failure. But what should I say your nickname is, "average joe johnson," or "okey-dokey pokey," those kinds of names end the game before it even begins.
What would help is if you learned some tricks or something. Like if you learned to talk* (French would be pretty sexy), or if you winked that one eye you have, or even did some sort of weird dance, like "the snake" or something like that. I'm sure that would distract from your so-so physique and give the girls something to talk about.
Cause truth be told, I personally could care less about your size and such. If it were just me, smaller might be better, that way you wouldn't get in my way when I'm trying to scratch my balls. But ultimately, it's all about impressing the ladies. You know they're going to talk, and we want to give them something to talk about. When Bonnie Raitt sings that song, you'll notice there is no mention of a black guy with an average-sized penis. That's not something to talk about.
So I don't know. Please take this to heart (or to scrotum, whatever translates for you). It looks like you and I are in this together for the long haul, and it's about time we started communicating. I know you hate the disappointed slump of the shoulders when you come out as much as I do. So let's work on it. Let's figure something out.
The ball(s) is(are) in your court. Maybe we can discuss it during kegels tomorrow.
You know where to reach me.
A black guy (not necessarily named TAN)
- I know it seemed like you talked earlier in this piece, but you didn't, that was just me acting like you were talking.