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don’t hold their penises because they just naturally stick out at a forty-five degree angle and don’t point toward one’s feet, as they seem to do as men age. Once in a while, her face would become pink, which was no doubt a blush.
    I related this to a story a lady friend told me a few years back. One of her girlfriends had a baby boy whose penis was extremely large, extending just short of his knee. When it was time to change his diapers, all of her female friends would be sure to accompany her so they could
    see it. Some would even make comments such as, “I’d like to know him when he’s eighteen,” etc. I realized then that many ladies do enjoy looking, as our teachers probably did, too.

    I wondered how/if the images of these women admiring the baby boy’s penis will affect his future, his fantasies. Will he crave the admiration of his penis or gain pleasure in withholding it?
    Jesse, a young man in his early thirties, raised by his full- figured mother and aunts, remembers massaging their sore feet to much appreciation. He now manifests his fantasy into a reality through online ads he posts, such as this (SSBBW = Super-Size Big Beautiful Woman):

Seeking SSBBW w/Extremely Thick FLAT Bare Feet
    White male, 40, athletic seeks very heavy and obese women (300–400+ lbs) who would be into having their feet completely worshipped in every way. I am extremely infatuated with very heavywomenandgetkindof hypnotized byvery thick, fleshy, flat-soled feet along with any other “imperfections” such as bunions, rough calloused skin, yellowed unkempt toenails, hammertoes, etc. I seek mature women over 40 who are serious about meeting. If you for any reason feel that this is too freaky or feel compelled to write negative opinions about what turns me on, please refrain. I am serious, honest, and for real
    about what I am into so please only write and
    respond if you are mutually interested in being treated like a foot goddess where I worship your feet intensely and adoringly. Please do NOT respond if you are looking to email for weeks/ months etc. I am trying to find someone who (like me) doesn’t play games and wants to really meet ASAP.

    I am glad to be a woman, now more than ever. Th the les- bian and gay worlds have grown to such acceptance has also seemed to me a part of this gender awakening. But I’ve always felt that women had greater potential for mental cruelty than men, perhaps a balance for having less muscle. When I was growing up, we girls knew how to twist the screws when one of us got more than her share. It was the meanest kind of pain, more wounding than a physical blow, especially when admin- istered by one’s “sister.” Females are particularly good at the slow sadistic undoing of a person’s sense of self, leaving the victim off as to who they are, a far worse nightmare than physical torture. In our heart of hearts, most of us know that women are the scary ones. Put a woman who’s a crazed killer in a movie and strong men shiver.
    I remember when feminism was flowering and women’s groups were forming all over Manhattan. The group to which I belonged was called “Women’s Ink,” and we numbered about thirty-five to forty women writers. We’d meet once a month in a member’s apartment. We lasted less than six months. What blew us apart was “a whispering campaign” against a particu- lar woman who happened to be bright, assertive, and, yes, very
    pretty. One of the founders of Women’s Ink just couldn’t abide this lovely woman’s success at everything.
    A couple of years later, I was in Los Angeles for a feminism powwow, maybe eight or nine of us. On our second night, we went bar-hopping in downtown LA, a part of town with which I was totally unfamiliar. We went to a club and when I turned around, the other three women were gone. Don’t get me wrong, I was an adult and able to take care of myself, but this was sup- posed to be “the sisterhood,” and I knew that getting rid of me