It's far more like an Olympic figure skater explaining to a little boy with phocomelia why she must have figure skates and not hockey skates. The little boy is in no position to argue because he lacks all relevant equipment and experience. All his counters can amount to is petulant flailing.
A quality sex life is necessary for the psychological health of most adult humans. Knowing what constitutes that for a particular individual is importany to that individual's satisfaction and overall well-being. Oral sex is not remotely as satisfying to me as penetration. Satisfactory penetration (for me as an individual) requires that there is an erect penis attatched to a man who knows how to use it. The smaller it is, the firmer the erection needs to be. Above a certain size, a little less rigidity is helpful. This penis needs to apply the right amount of friction and/or pressure to one of several sensitive zones inside my vagina. Approximately 96% of adult males have the equipment within the dimensions I know I would enjoy, though I don't pretend to know how many know how to use it, nor how many struggle with severe E.D. or premature ejaculation, or have become trans-women, all of which would be disqualifying factors for me. So let's generously round it up to 15% of males being poor prospects for starting a relationship with me, either because they can't fuck, genitalia are mis-matched for fit, have swapped genders, or there is a medical problem with functionality. I'm okay with sex being a factor that eliminates 15% of potential partners. Am I some fuck-hole object that must accept 100% of offers? Get real. I don't owe my body nor my heart to anyone.
As I said, many times now, I'm speaking only for myself as an individual. I know of women who are ambivalent about penetration. I am not one. I know of women who are happy as long as their clit is properly stumulated. For me, clitoral stimulation is more like a sherpa guiding bloodflow in order to prepare for the pending avalanche of an internal orgasm. You know. From penetration.
Did you know most of the clit is buried? How do you use it? P-e-n-e-t-r-a-t-i-o-n. (In my individual case, it's penetration combined with firm pressure against my mons pubis.)
Again, this is all about the beginning of a relationship. At the beginning of the relationship, one is looking to pair off with someone who seems ideally suited to oneself. Once commitment is in place, one rolls with the punches, and makes whatever sacrifices one must to hold it together and support each other. If one of those punches eliminates satisfying penetrative sex, that's going to require quite a roll. Huge sacrifice to make. It's not impossible, but it's a really big ask, far too big for someone to ask of me before I have committed, and I would never commit without fucking first.
And no. I would never learn to enjoy oral as much. Oral is fucking amazing. But oral is oral, and fucking is fucking. I prefer penetration. Greatly. The orgasms are bigger and better, it's possible to kiss at the same time, the eye contact, the full-body contact, the synchronization of movement, the bonding (in the case of a close friend or significant other) are all just better during mutually satisfying intercourse. Shall we not forget that if it isn't a fit for me, it isnt a fit for him either.
Japan's population issues are explained thusly by
The Economist:
"The chief reason for the dearth of births is the decline of marriage. Fewer people are opting to wed, and those who do are getting married later in life. At least a third of young women aim to become full-time housewives, yet they struggle to find men who can support a traditional family. In better economic times potential suitors had permanent jobs as part of Japan’s “lifetime employment” system. Now many of them have to rely on temporary or part-time work. Other women shun marriage and children because Japan’s old-fashioned corporate culture, together with a dire shortage of child care, forces them to give up their careers if they have children. Finally, young people are bound by strict social codes. Only around 2% of babies are born outside marriage (compared with 30–50% in most of the rich world), which means that as weddings plummet, so do births. And even for those who do start families, the rising cost of child-rearing often imposes a de facto one-child policy."
Your frantic histrionics about size troubles seem largely fantastic.
You've decided bigger is better. I have never said that. I have steadfastly asserted that for me there is a too big, and a too small to fit me well enough to satisfy me. I have not gotten into the larger end of that range in this thread, but most would agree that the smaller end, as I projected herein, is really quite small. In fact, though I have been quite prolific in my sexual activity, I have never tried one that small, though I have seen two smaller than that. I have most certainly tried out the upper limit. I have never seen bigger, and if I did, I actually might not be willing to try it out. I would be terrified. If it fits, and we're bitj getting the right amount of friction and pressure in the right places, it fits.
What makes you think having a dick that fits me well means the guy is a bad egg? Only wonderful, nerdy, silly romantics need apply here. I do 104+ hours of community service a year and give 5-10% of my income to charity. If he's not doing anything worthwhile with his time, talent, and treasure, he's not for me. Misaligned values. I don't have to choose between the right man and the right penis because the right man has the right penis. Duh.
What I think is dark is how insecure little men feel challenged by a woman who pursues exactly what she desires and is uncompromising in that search. These men, always show a glaring failure to fully understand female sexual anatomy, but want to dictate what should feel good enough to her, always skewed to "teach" her to accept that which his own insecurities tell him are flaws, flaws that make him unloveable, unfuckable, and worthless. Meanwhile if he just loved himself, learned how all the pieces are supposed to fit, worked to truly understand human sex parts, and sought natural compatibility, he would never lose sight of his tremendous value. It's easier to lash out instead though.
What happened, Bro? Did she humiliate you? Did she make you feel like you weren't enough? Do you want me to put my hair in cornrows, grease my face and go whoop dat ass for you?
