Do I really want you to see me? Am I really showing you anything?
As my exhibitionism study continues, I consider a conversation with my Canadian LPSG friend from yesterday. It was a very simple exclamation that he made, "I flashed my dick to a girl on the bus, and she saw it". This particular friend is afraid to visit a nudist beach, but wants to visit the beach.
I have to consider: Do we share the same conceptual understanding of I flashed my dick. Did you want to flash your dick? Did the girl really see it? Why did you flash your dick?
I consider my first dick flashing. Mine was different. I did it while sunbathing at a public swimming pool. It probably was during the summer of 1958. Did I want the girls to see it? I'm not sure, because I was lying on my belly on the pool deck. Maybe I wanted them to see it, but I didn't care to know who saw it.
Many of my readers understand that my blogs go onto diversionary blogging. This entry will divert to cock rings. I wear them. I want to wear them. Most times I don't want you to know that I am wearing them. If I see you wearing a cock ring, then I want to show you my cock ring. I might start another blog dedicated to attractive cock ring displays. I wear cock rings, because they make my cock appear pretty.
Do I really want you to see me? I have been a meticulous dresser attempting to achieve "perfection" in my perception forever. That sentence doesn't need to be understood. Understand it relates to a shy kid. This kid liked pretty girls, and wanted the pretty girls to like him. He usually just wanted the prettiest girl to like him. She probably only liked you. I wanted her to like me, so I attempted to look as good as you.
Wandering into my imagination of fantastical what if's.
As my exhibitionism study continues, I consider a conversation with my Canadian LPSG friend from yesterday. It was a very simple exclamation that he made, "I flashed my dick to a girl on the bus, and she saw it". This particular friend is afraid to visit a nudist beach, but wants to visit the beach.
I have to consider: Do we share the same conceptual understanding of I flashed my dick. Did you want to flash your dick? Did the girl really see it? Why did you flash your dick?
I consider my first dick flashing. Mine was different. I did it while sunbathing at a public swimming pool. It probably was during the summer of 1958. Did I want the girls to see it? I'm not sure, because I was lying on my belly on the pool deck. Maybe I wanted them to see it, but I didn't care to know who saw it.
Many of my readers understand that my blogs go onto diversionary blogging. This entry will divert to cock rings. I wear them. I want to wear them. Most times I don't want you to know that I am wearing them. If I see you wearing a cock ring, then I want to show you my cock ring. I might start another blog dedicated to attractive cock ring displays. I wear cock rings, because they make my cock appear pretty.
Do I really want you to see me? I have been a meticulous dresser attempting to achieve "perfection" in my perception forever. That sentence doesn't need to be understood. Understand it relates to a shy kid. This kid liked pretty girls, and wanted the pretty girls to like him. He usually just wanted the prettiest girl to like him. She probably only liked you. I wanted her to like me, so I attempted to look as good as you.
Wandering into my imagination of fantastical what if's.