God, how I hate stereotypes! People expect me to wear silk shirts open to my waist, pants so tight I can't breathe, slick back my hair with scented pomade, practice santerĂ*a, and walk around singing Guantanamera all the time. Oh, yeah ... when they hear that I'm Cuban, they immediately assume I have a big cock. Though that part happens to be true, I don't think my ethnicity has anything to do with it. The stereotype is that we Carribean types are well-hung, but I have met some other men from the islands that prove that such a generalization is not necessarily true. I tend to ignore stereotypes ... but I do know all the lyrics to Guantanamera!
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